C249 He Stole the Chicken the Weasel Ran away

It was a little cold on the way home. Qiao Nuonan felt cold from head to toe. Luckily, Xiao Mengting was generous and drove him home personally. But in fact, he would rather not have this so-called "generosity.

Just as he had seen, the man leaned against the driver's seat of the car and lit a cigarette. Then, he sprayed it at Xiao Mengting