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.,Folding the umbrella and leaning it against the door, Yu Xing smoothed down her black T-shirt and khaki work pants. Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the rusty, heavy iron gate.,Let me know if you'd like me to translate any other text!。