Chapter17 not answering the phone.

Robin Smith has a black face, her dress is stained with water, everywhere she goes is a water stain, and people around her unconsciously go to make way for her.

Walking all the way from the venue to the hotel door, Robin Smith wiped the water on his face, and the corners of his mouth twitched and curved with a self-deprecating smile.

"What on earth is this like?"

The dress was completely soaked and extremely heavy, as if every step was extremely difficult.

It was late, and the wind outside was cool, especially when she was wet all over.

I was supposed to hold a cocktail party in my hotel today, and I might have two drinks, so I didn't drive at all. At this time, I couldn't get a taxi on this one-way street for the time being, so I had to hold my shoulders tightly and shrink my neck to walk forward.

He said there were about two traffic lights, and before he was about to freeze to death, a taxi finally stopped in front of him.