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.,He scanned the room and noticed the HR manager's assistant was there, apparently named Hao. Besides Hao, himself, and the other five people—three men and two women—all of whom were good-looking, it seemed like they were all applying for the same position.,Under the pale yellow beam of light, the scarlet on his fingertips, like rubies in a white porcelain dish, was strikingly conspicuous.。