C152 Dangerous Lover

As the car moved forward, it passed by tall buildings and a bustling crowd. It slid past in a fragmented manner, leaving behind pitch-black sunglasses.

Xing Moyan sat quietly in the front passenger seat. This strange atmosphere caused him to feel somewhat nervous, but he kept his emotions in check. He was cold and unwilling to speak.

His devilishly charming eyes shifted a little to the left