Wei Lan herself wasn't in much better shape—her hair was so messy it could serve as a bird's nest—but unlike Li Haidong, she wasn't the type to fuss over these things. Being alive was better than anything else.
Wei Lan asked Zhou Rui for help, and Zhou Rui didn't hesitate. He quickly found a spare men's sports outfit.
The quality was terrible; the fabric felt coarse at a touch. But given the current circumstances, it was the best option available—after all, their luggage had gone up in flames along with the car.
Fortunately, this time Li Haidong didn't nitpick. While he smacked his lips in disdain upon receiving the outfit, he obediently changed into it.
The night ended without further incident. The police chief personally apologized and arranged for a police car to escort Sang Ning and the group all the way to their hotel.
When they arrived at the hotel, everyone looked utterly defeated, as wilted as eggplants scorched by frost. Not one of them had any energy left.
