Taking the umbrella, Qiao Xiaren left directly.
The rain had stopped at some point, and as Qiao Xiaren left the villa, she took a taxi back to the repair shop. Just as she got out of the car, she heard a piercing horn nearby.
Ever since the car accident that year, Qiao Xiaren was particularly sensitive to such incidents, and immediately followed the crowd towards that direction. The weather just after the rain had a kind of moist and fresh scent.
It turned out that someone's car had broken down, blocking the road halfway.
Inside the car, Xiaochen looked back at Si Yelin, then at the surrounding crowd gathering to watch, a little worried.
"President, are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Si Yelin couldn't help but reach to support his forehead, frowning, "Did the car break down? Quickly get out and check."
"Alright." Xiaochen patted the steering wheel, also wondering if he should have checked the almanac before leaving today?
