After the uproar at the villa yesterday, the heavens seemed to have the intention to cool the villa down. It actually rained the next day.
It rained all year round. The spring rain was continuous and intense. The autumn rain was sorrowful, but the winter rain was delicate and inconspicuous.
Qin Lin looked at the drizzle. If it wasn't for the cold winter, it would have looked romantic.
"I didn't expect it to suddenly rain." Zhao Moqing looked at the rain outside and frowned slightly. "A few tourists came and left in disappointment just now."
The ones who do scenic spots least want to see rainy days.
But it was going to rain. Men could not control the weather.
"Send an announcement to the official account of the villa. Don't let the tourists run away," Qin Lin said to Zhao Moqing.
Many tourists who came to his villa were foreigners now. When they ran over and realized that it was raining, one could imagine their terrible mood.