C597 I Promise You

In the car.

The atmosphere seemed to be a bit stuffy. Sang Qingxia, who was sitting on the edge of Feng Nan Zhu, could also feel his cold aura.

He was angry!

This was her only understanding.

"That …" With a light cough, she broke the silence in the carriage and tried to communicate with Feng Nan Zhe. "The question they asked just now, was it …" It's very piercing?

"I'm fine