He didn't grab his hand, he quickly moved to the side of his car.,Fu Ji-chen leaned his arms on the car window, glanced at Yu Qing's bag, then at that man's bag. Finally, his gaze fell on the man's face. He smiled ambiguously, but his eyes held a warning like autumn reckoning.,At that moment, a strong gust of wind rushed in, ‘slap-slap’, raindrops hit the leaves and splashed onto Yu Qing, who quickly swatted at her hair and forehead.。