The skies darkened, and it was about to start raining.
Luoluo felt something falling onto her face.
Suddenly a transparent umbrella appeared above her head.
Beside her, classmate Leng focused on the person walking towards them.
Luoluo felt something amiss as well, and her gaze shifted.
The next second, she stilled and her gaze trembled. She didn't dare to believe.
It wasn't Almighty Fatty. How did he become him?
But even in such a misty rain, the man stood holding an umbrella, and he was still wearing that suit. His handsome face did not change in the slightest, but he was holding the umbrella for her.
Soon, the rain fell onto her shoulders.
Luoluo never expected for him to appear, and her mind went blank.
Just then, he asked. "Why did you wear so little to meet your friends?"
Luoluo habitually regarded it as their base camp. "It was sunny when I came out."
