Lu Jinyan was so angry that he gnashed his teeth, his face flushed.
That damned Wen Duoduo, she really ran away! Ran away!
He took out his phone, wanting to call her, but when he got it out, he found that it had gotten wet and couldn't function properly.
"Shit!" He couldn't help but curse out loud, almost throwing the phone in his hand.
His forceful movement tugged at the wound on his arm, which had also been soaked, making it even more uncomfortable.
His whole body was soaked, with the wet clothes clinging tightly to his skin, looking utterly bedraggled.
Someone seemed to recognize him and pointed at him saying, "Hey, isn't that guy the Piano Prince Lu Jinyan? He looks a lot like him."
"No way it's Lu Jinyan, Lu Jinyan is a noble gentleman; why would he be in a place like this? And soaked to the bone?"
"But he really looks like him, maybe it is him? I think I heard a woman cursing at him just now, calling out 'Lu Jinyan'."
