Yan Luoxi frowned. She had sensed it as soon as she returned yesterday. Although Li Yeqi always put on a good facade in front of her, once inside the banquet hall, she could clearly feel the low pressure enveloping him.
"A storm is coming." Yan Luoxi looked up at the sky outside the window, which was covered with dark clouds, a blackness seeming poised to unleash a storm at any moment.
Aunt Tong followed her gaze, stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly exclaimed, "Oh dear!" and slapped her thigh, "I didn't bring in the clothes, and the wind's blowing them everywhere."
Before her words were finished, she had already dashed outside in a hurry. Sure enough, the clothes were scattered on the ground, and some had even blown onto the trees.
