Quan Yifei interjected, "It happens to be that my car is being serviced there, so I can pick it up on the way."
Jian Qing nodded, since the trip to buy a car was cancelled, she might as well go home.
"Then I will go back first."
"We should also head back, it's getting late," Quan Yimo suggested.
The group descended the stairs, but before they reached the door, a silver dragon-like streak of lightning tore through the gloomy sky, followed by a heavy downpour.
"Boom boom boom--"
"Damn, what a weather. It always rains when I didn't bring my umbrella."
"My newly purchased dress is ruined now."
"Stop complaining, let's find shelter quickly before we catch a cold."
With the deafening rumble of thunder, the constant whispering and murmuring of passersby filled the air, as they hurriedly sought shelter beneath the awnings of nearby shops and buildings.
