The sky is getting darker and darker, and the rain is getting heavier and heavier.

There is hardly any view outside the car. The window is like a water curtain, and the view is very blurred.

The wind blows the fastest, but the effect is still not very good.

Huo Zheng was sitting in the co-driver's seat. When he saw that the situation was not very clear, he wanted to stop first.

"Uncle, it's raining too hard now, let's stop first!"

Hawthorne looked down and gazed affectionately at the tiny woman in his arms. He firmly said, "No, it must be fast!"

Somehow, he had an inexplicable idea that a...