Du Heng looked at the cloud layers about to press down on the sky outside, glanced at the message on the mobile phone, sighed, and then put down his luggage and sat back on the bed.
Before long, the sound of raindrops falling to the ground was heard outside the window.
Looking outside again, the world outside was completely obscured by the curtain of rain.
The chaotic sound of raindrops hitting the ground, the random slapping against the glass, the fierce crashing against the leaves, mixed with the occasional sound of thunder, unexpectedly calmed Du Heng's originally chaotic heart.
The Southern rain, it's the first time Du Heng has seen it, watching it he slowly became entranced. Not until the mobile phone beside him suddenly rang did his thoughts reluctantly return.
"Mr. Du, I've mostly understood the situation." Wang Pan's voice was a bit dark, "It's about what I expected, they brought you back just to take the blame."
