Lin Shiyu stood up. In the torrential rain, she raised her pretty almond-shaped eyes and looked at the long luxury car ahead.
The back window of the car rolled down and a handsome, refined face was revealed. It was Fu Qinglun.
Fu Qinglun had come back.
The man's deep black eyes landed on the woman. He curved his dark red lips and gave a laugh. "Where's the car that's fetching you?"
Lin Shiyu felt there was a tinge of mockery in his question.
"Young Master Fu, haven't you left? Why are you back?"
Fu Qinglun arched his good-looking brows. "The car is mine. I can go and return as I wish."
"…"
He returned to see her making a fool of herself!
Lin Shiyu did not say a word. She turned around and returned to the shelter to evade the rain. Whipping out her cell phone, she wanted to book a taxi on the web.
But there were no cars in the vicinity. All the cars had stopped coming out in such bad weather.
