After receiving his orders, the young bodyguard named Xiao Yun got out of the car. Without further ado, he opened the passenger door and yanked Fu Zhuo out of the vehicle, leaving him bamboozled by the situation.
The heavy downpour drenched Fu Zhuo before he could even ask what he had done wrong. The impressive convoy roared away into the distance.
Fu Zhuo wanted to chase after them, but couldn't. He hurried to find a place to shelter from the rain.
Unfortunately, the driver had stopped the car closest to the overpass, with no place nearby to take cover from the rain.
Damn...
What have I done wrong?
Fu Zhuo was so stunned he felt as if he'd been knocked senseless.
In the rapidly receding car, Ye Junqing's anger hadn't abated.
He sat there arrogantly, thoughtful and brimming with defiance, asking, "Xiao Yun, does everybody think I like Xia Yanyan?"
Xiao Yun didn't beat around the bush, and replied, "Master Qing, take a look at your keychain."