The wind mingled with the rain, whistling through empty spaces in a way that felt eerily haunting. It was easy to imagine oneself on a horror film set. Yu Xing felt like she was living in one, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the umbrella handle, her face as pale as a ghost.,It seems like there are already people in the factory, which feels much safer than being alone.,The short-haired girl widened her eyes, thinking to herself that this caring boss script shouldn't be played by a man at all. Was he trying to steal her role。