His face turned pale in an instant.
With a loud boom, a muffled Thunder seemed to have sounded in his mind. This Thunder had completely shattered his thoughts and the last bit of hope he had.
His hands trembled as he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.
Because he was taking out a cigarette, the umbrella in his hand slipped, and bean-sized raindrops fell on his body.
Those raindrops made his heart ache.
His underling immediately picked up an umbrella and carefully shielded brother Jiang from the rain.
The cigarette in brother Jiang's hand was drenched by the rain, but he still didn't feel it. He took out a cigarette with trembling hands and slowly handed it to Wen Muchu.
