C506 But the Strange Thing Was

Late at night.

Lu Wenhua was driving. His hands were pressed tightly on the steering wheel. If one looked closely, one would notice that his fingertips were trembling slightly.

The long and dark road forced him to maintain a high level of attention. However, in his mind, he could not control the scenes of his childhood.

Looking from Pei Qingle's perspective, Lu Wenhua's eyes were slightly red