C584 Crisis

"Get in."

Ye Lan's voice was still as cold as an iceberg, but the concern in her voice could still be heard.

Lan Xiangyu smiled. After getting on the car, he directly sat on the first passenger seat.

An enticing body scent was constantly emanating from the side, and after taking a deep breath, one could feel their blood boiling.

"Cough, cough!"

Behind him, Ye Qing coughed twice