The sky was dark.
Heavy rain poured down incessantly.
Occasionally, lightning flashed across, illuminating the ground in stark whiteness.
Soon after, the thunder rolled in.
Lv Yi stood beside Jiang Ning, holding a paper umbrella for him, her half shoulder already soaked by the rain, looking somewhat pitiful.
At this moment, Jiang Ning didn't notice this, instead looking down at the letter just delivered by a courier, wrapped in oiled paper.
"Who could it be from?" he muttered to himself.
Then he unfolded the oiled paper and took out the letter inside.
To my dear Jiang, sent by Wang Qinghan.
"It's her? Wang Qinghan?" In an instant, the image of one of the twin pearls of the Wang family, that little girl, flashed in Jiang Ning's mind.
"What could she be writing to me about?" Doubt flickered across his mind again.
Subsequently, he opened the envelope on the spot and took out the neatly folded letter paper.
