C823 Wealthy Marriage 752

Smelling the cold and wet air again, Xia Yihan couldn't help but sneeze. A suit with a faint tobacco smell covered Xia Yihan's body.

Ye Zimo didn't say anything. Her arm was lightly tugged by someone. Xia Yihan asked in a low voice, "Why didn't you see the car?"

"What do you think?" Ye Zimo said snappily. As soon as she got off the plane, she got people to scout her