C71 Labiolalia
It did look familiar.
The same black, the same design. Although there were quite a few people driving this type of car in Lengjiang City, Yue Yi still felt a sense of familiarity from it.
"This car, why does it look like it hit my car?" Yue Yi scratched his head and muttered.
He remembered the first time he met Chen Yingci, in order to help her out, he offended the bunch of yellow fur
