Zuo Xingyun seemed to have told her to wait in place and not move, and then the call abruptly disconnected.
Xiang Wan couldn't hear very clearly because just then, a car sped past her, the noise of the tires rapidly grinding against the waterlogged road drowning out ninety percent of Zuo Xingyun's voice.
Even so, Xiang Wan still obediently stayed put in her uncertainty, somehow convinced that Zuo Xingyun would definitely come to pick her up.
A few minutes later, Zuo Xingyun's car indeed stopped in front of Xiang Wan.
Looking at the almost reflective, rain-washed luxury car before her eyes, Xiang Wan hesitated, her current state would be a disaster if she got into the car, wouldn't it?
Through the car window, she couldn't see Zuo Xingyun's expression, only lowering her head to see her feet sunk in the puddle, caught in embarrassment.
Suddenly, the car door opened, Zuo Xingyun walked over with an umbrella, and tilted the not-so-large black umbrella over her head.