Leng Zhiyuan felt that she was one step closer to the truth, and became a little excited. At this moment, with a loud bang, she crashed into a crowd of people.
Pa! The phone in her hand fell to the ground.
She looked up and saw a handsome and upright figure standing in front of her. The two of them had just met in the garden. It was Zhou Yao.
He was standing with an umbrella in his hand. Because she was engrossed in thinking about the Scorpion, she bumped into him.
"Why...why are you here?" She said in a staggered manner.
Was the banquet over? Even if it was over, he should have gone back to the Zhou's house. Zhou's place's not this way, and where's Han Xuan?
Zhou Yao held the umbrella over her head. The rain soon wet half of his strong shoulders. He frowned as he looked at her, "Why are you running in the rain? You'll catch a cold."
