C122 Key Buckle

Mu Jincheng was in the car, forcing himself not to look back.

The scar that Lan Lingwan had touched just now still had a faint trace of her softness. It was like a small flame burning in his blood.

The car sped on the road that was empty in the middle of the night. The cold wind woke him up a little.

Mu Jincheng picked up his phone and dialed Tang Zixian's number