She opened her mouth, about to say something, when the always tightly closed iron retractable gate slowly opened.
The security guard standing straight at the guard booth saluted towards the car and made a gesture indicating they could pass.
Owen Moreland pressed the accelerator and slowly steered the car inside the gate.
The accumulated water on the road was deep, and many were walking on the road with their umbrellas. Owen drove slowly, Amelia Clarke inadvertently glanced at the rearview mirror, the splash from the wheels was shallow and did not splash on the pedestrians.
Such small details reflect the man's good upbringing.
Some people drive recklessly on rainy days, splashing water high above people's heads, soaking them with muddy water, Amelia had encountered such rude drivers before.
The passing car attracted countless gazes.
Passing by the library, Amelia thought the two people walking side by side ahead seemed familiar.
