With a whoosh, it wasn't that Lin Zefeng had crashed his car, but rather that a sudden gust of wind had sent the gaudy but useless umbrella soaring into the air, leaving Lao Bai and me pitifully exposed to the increasingly heavy rain.
I looked up at the sky, or rather, stared upwards, as the large raindrops prevented me from opening my eyes. Good heavens, you're really overdoing it. Do the rich face no consequences for their misdeeds while I, an oppressed good citizen, have to suffer triple misfortunes? Why don't you just strike me dead with thunder, or else I'll go around talking about your injustices and unfairness!
I was so aggrieved that I was beyond consolation and speechless, while Lao Bai took off his graffiti art T-shirt and held it over my head, "Take a few steps, Xiao Xin, my car is over there."
