It was raining heavily. Shangjing was bound to be a little restless today.
Just as Xia ping 'an was fusing with the realm Pearl, inspector Jinyang, Yao Youchang, got off a rental carriage and walked into an apartment.
What was different from usual was that the golden sun inspector, Yao Youchang, was a little low-key when he went out. He was not surrounded by people. He wore a black hat and a black trench coat. The brim of the hat was lowered and the collar of the trench coat was pulled up, covering half of his slightly swollen face. He was even holding an umbrella.
f * ck, what the hell is this weather? " Yao Youchang's leather shoes were wet by the water on the roadside. He couldn't help but curse angrily.
