Yu Xing propped up a black umbrella with one hand and held a flashlight in the other. She wiped a thin layer of water mist from her face with her sleeve, stopping at the factory gate.,“This… I understand it the same way they do, after all, that’s what the media reported.” The brown-haired guy scratched his head. Of the remaining people, a short-haired girl and a young man wearing a mask both nodded in agreement.,After a pause, he stared into Yu Xing's eyes and added, "It's not cold at all. This temperature is just right."。