Afternoon.
The stifling heat brought dense, dark clouds, and the golden sunlight could no more penetrate their mass; rain hung suspended in the sky as flashes of lightning coursed through the black clouds.
The black Panamera tore along the elevated road, its tail wing unfolding slowly, its crimson tail lights elegantly stretched long. Only when the curtain of rain fell did the car slow down.
The car's air conditioning hummed, bringing a hint of coolness.
"How will you explain this to Sister Yun?" he asked, glancing at Lin Wanzhou in the passenger seat from the corner of his eye, then quickly looked away again.
"Just to clear my head," she said.
Xu Qingyan laughed, slowed down to let a car change lanes and overtake. On rainy days, he never rushed for speed, even though he could have slipped past everyone in front like playing a game.
"Sister Yun won't be mad, will she?"
