C171 Sugar-coated Projectile

Lian Xin couldn't guarantee that Yan Shaochen would keep Shaoren here. With only a few days of memories of him, she felt that the chances of success weren't high, but she did have a warm heart after all.

"How much longer?"

Lian Xin looked at the time. It was ten o'clock and he didn't know if he was busy or not.

"Just turn right at the intersection ahead."

Mu Feng said while driving the car