Zhang Xiaochi was full of worry outside. This rain probably wouldn't let up.,Fu Ji-chen leaned his arms on the car window, glanced at Yu Qing's bag, then at that man's bag. Finally, his gaze fell on the man's face. He smiled ambiguously, but his eyes held a warning like autumn reckoning.,Yu Qing walked to the car and before she could even speak, the window rolled down.。