Suddenly, a figure dashed into the blurred curtain of rain.
Under the dim grey sky, the purple flower umbrella was exceptionally conspicuous.
Ye Jiuliang curled his lips into a smile. Where did this guy buy his umbrella?
Such unique taste.
"Sister."
Mo Chen ran toward them, holding the umbrella in his hand.
With every step he took, the rain splashed up, scattering like tiny stars.
As he stepped onto the porch and walked into the corridor, Mo Chen shook his umbrella, his eyes sparkling as he looked at Ye Jiuliang, "Sister, when did you get back?"
Ye Jiuliang glanced at his school uniform and said flatly, "Just now."
Seeing Li Mochan was also there, Mo Chen remembered the rumors outside and an expression of apology appeared on his face, "Sister, I'm sorry."
He knew that with her intelligence, she must have long been aware that those rumors were inextricably linked to Mo Su — he couldn't help, and all he could do was apologize first.
