Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
A black-armored guard carried Zhuge Qing down with his wheelchair.
The coachman imdiately raised the umbrella above Zhuge Qing’s head.
The rain was too heavy, and many raindrops still hit Zhuge Qing’s thin body.
The black-armored guard hurriedly draped a raincoat over him.
“There’s no need.” he said.
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