On the first day of April, leaden clouds hung low over Xucheng.
After a few claps of spring thunder, a fine drizzle began to fall, washing the asphalt roads clean and restoring their original inky color.
A panda-colored Gusteau slowly drove into the Zhuxianzhuang Science and Technology Park. Hearing the sound, Xu Xingxing glanced outside and happened to see the familiar front of the car and its license plate. She quickly grabbed two umbrellas and trotted over to meet it.
CLICK! The car door swung open.
Xu Xingxing, holding up an open umbrella, grinned and offered him the other one.
Chen Yansen looked up at her. He was about to say that Rolls-Royces come equipped with two umbrellas in the doors, but seeing her enthusiasm, he decided against it.
He waved a hand, took the open umbrella from Xu Xingxing's hand, and walked straight toward the first-floor lobby.
