Shen Chaoxi had waited in the studio for half an hour.
The wild wind was gathering, accompanied by thunderous roars, foretelling a downpour that came upon unexpectedly.
As the heavy rain fell, Shang Jianghan still hadn't returned, which made Shen Chaoxi somewhat anxious.
She didn't know what kind of unscrupulous things the other party had said to detain him.
Thinking this, she got up and went downstairs, reaching the entrance hall, her hand just touching the neatly arranged umbrellas when the front door opened from outside.
Shang Jianghan's figure flashed in, tossing off the wind and rain behind him to stand in front of her.
Both were momentarily stunned.
Before Shen Chaoxi's hand could retract, the newcomer glared at her.
"In this weather, where were you planning to go?" the man's voice was somewhat stern.