"How could it have crashed at this time?" Li Shengxiao hadn't expected such a situation, and with a frown of surprise, he ordered, "Call the insurance company to have them tow the car, and call Gu Ming to send another car over."
"Yes." The driver frantically searched for his phone, dialed a number, and his complexion turned ugly. He reported back despondently, "Mr. Li, there's no signal here."
The rain outside poured down like a bucket, and the temperature inside the car wasn't high. Rong Yan was only wearing a thin T-shirt, and without the warmth of the car's air conditioning—even with the doors shut tight—it was still cold.
Li Shengxiao felt the goosebumps forming on her arms and his brows gathered, "Cold?"
"A little." Rong Yan hugged her arms around herself, rubbing them for warmth.
Li Shengxiao took off his suit jacket, wrapped her up tightly in it, making her a bundle and scooped her into his embrace, asking, "Is that better?"
