"Well, isn't this strange? It wasn't raining just a moment ago. You go ahead and change your clothes, and I'll make some ginger tea for you." At Huayuan Farm, Uncle Zeng was there by chance, holding an umbrella for them.
He muttered to himself, feeling puzzled.
Before he came, the weather seemed pleasant, so he decided to come over and grab some goods.
Who would have thought he'd run into the boss's group at the farm's entrance, and then the raindrops started falling like beans, almost knocking him senseless.
Luckily, he had the habit of carrying an umbrella, allowing him to shield the boss and their party.
Upon hearing this, Lin Caisang couldn't help but glance at her husband.
She muttered to herself, surely this rain has nothing to do with them, right?
You can't blame her for doubting; the entire way, every time they wanted to stop and admire the scenery, it would rain heavily.
