After the final roadshow ended, a few people took the 10:30 PM flight back to Yanchuan.
Upon landing, due to a sudden change in Yanchuan's weather, the landing was delayed by an hour. The moment the cabin door opened, a gust of wind rushed in, catching Zhou Huaiyi off guard.
On a bone-chilling winter night, Yanchuan was unexpectedly experiencing a downpour.
The patter of raindrops hit the black awning of the stairs with an exceptionally loud sound. The small white car was waiting at the foot of the stairs, but the wind was so strong that they couldn't even hold an umbrella. Zhou Huaiyi braved the rain and dashed into the car.
The bodyguard was the last to get into the car, and everyone was soaked like drowned rats. Yang Li shook his wet clothes slightly, glanced at the dark sky through the car window, and said, "Why did it suddenly start raining so heavily? I'm freezing to death."
Zhou Huaiyi wiped her hair with a tissue: "The weather wasn't looking good this morning."
