C845 I Look Miserable

"Don't ask, let's go first." Mo Ziyan looked down at Zhou Miaoyu and said.

The doubt in Zhou Miaoyu's heart deepened, and she had a bad feeling about this.

Mo Ziyan got into the car. He had already turned on the air-conditioning to keep the car warm.

Shrinking her neck, Zhou Miaoyu leaned back in her chair and narrowed her eyes. "What's going on?"

Mo Ziyan said nothing and started the car