C82 Grinding Man's Drunkard

Back seat.

Chen Tian drove in front and quietly put down the windshield.

Lu Yiran's eyes darkened a little, and he glanced over at the windshield.

When did he say he needed the windshield?

He frowned deeply, as if he had been carved by a knife.

He lowered his head and looked down. The girl he was hugging on his lap moved very disobediently