Around five o'clock, the sky, shrouded by dark clouds, had already dimmed.

A white Cayenne drove through the bamboo grove path soaked in misty rain and stopped in front of the small courtyard.

Just moments before it stopped, Lu Han's car had just left.

After calling his aunt, Jiang Che then called Xiao Xiaoyu, telling her he was on his way back and that she didn't need to cook dinner tonight.