Light rain began to fall from the clouds above. Even though it was still the afternoon, the sky was already dark.
The late autumn rain was silent. It was light as wool, but it still caused a chill on the body.
Yu Gangan was sitting inside Fang Zhihan's car. When she felt the warmth from the heater, she finally relaxed. She took a glance at the man beside her and complained unhappily, "Are you addicted to calling me Little Pervert?"
She must have gotten water in her brain to have asked Fang Zhihan to be her assistant?
Fang Zhihan's existence was purely for dealing with her fake fiance. At other times, he should be locked in storage; out of sight, out of mind.
Fang Zhihan opened the glove box, pulled out some tissues and tossed them at Yu Gangan.
They had been hit by rain when they were getting into the car and Yu Gangan's hair was a little wet.
As she looked at the tissues on her body, Yu Gangan quickly swallowed back her scolding words.
