No wonder Luo Lin referred to her as an old woman.
She opened the trunk of her car, preparing to place her luggage into it before driving to the airport herself. However, she had overestimated her strength as they seemed to be very heavy. Thus, she intended to ask for the security guard's assistance, but she managed to lift them up in one attempt. She immediately put them in the car trunk before shutting it close.
Yan Huan raised her head and muttered, "Thanks…" However, her expression instantly fell when she saw the person's face. She hastily opened the car door and sat down in the driver's seat, before forcefully stepping on the accelerator and speeding away like an unmanned rocket. The remaining droplets of the slowing rain gently fell and pitter-pattered against her car window, yet her path to the future still seemed to be clouded by a thick, shrouding mist of bleakness.
