Hou Muyan snatched a little red umbrella from the front desk lady and headed toward the main entrance. He saw Lu Xiaoyou standing by the door of the black Cayenne, saying to the person inside,
"There's no thunder today, Little Liangliang, did you come specially to pick me up?"
"It's on the way." The man inside the car replied indifferently.
Hmph! Lu Xiaoyou didn't expose him.
"Get in." He also knew there was no thunder, but seeing the rain, he had instructed the driver to bring the car to where Lu Xiaoyou was.
Lu Xiaoyou turned her head back and began to instruct Hou Muyan, "Little Monkey, you..."
She hadn't finished speaking when Hou Muyan, carrying the red umbrella, walked up to her, standing beside Lu Xiaoyou and looking at the person sitting in the car.
Lu Xiaoyou was shocked by Hou Muyan's expression; his face, which was always careless, suddenly covered with a serious, profound emotion, his rosy thin lips pursed into a straight line, even the jawline became tense.
