Lu Qingqing didn't want to bother him, but the weather was not on her side.
Of course, for Fu Yisheng, it seemed like the weather was quite on his side indeed.
During their tea time, dark clouds suddenly gathered outside, the wind howled furiously, and raindrops fell like beans, pattering down heavily.
Lu Qingqing had rushed out today and forgotten her umbrella. She was wearing a V-neck long dress with an ethnic flair, which was not body-hugging but made of thin material, and it was white. Once soaked by rain, it would undoubtedly look unseemly.
She had always been very mindful of her personal image.
Due to the busy area, parking was not allowed at will, so hailing a cab was also very inconvenient.
Having already owed Fu Yisheng many favors, one more didn't seem to make a difference. Lu Qingqing was surprisingly nonchalant about it.
"Then I'll have to thank you, Mr. Fu." It seems I should buy a car for commuting.
