C547 I Had a Quarrel with My Boyfriend I Cried so Miserably

As soon as he said that, the driver gave him a stern look.

Mu Zhengyan stood in the torrential rain. His coat was drenched and stuck to his skin.

The coldness in his eyes was even colder than the winter wind.

Mu Zhengyan took advantage of the moment the driver lowered the window and swept his gaze towards the back seat. It was empty, not a single person was there