C968 He Might Not be Able to Make It Back in Time

Uh, what the fuck is going on?

Qingqian held the handle of the car and wanted to open it, but in the end, she turned around and asked, "Ninth Master, is there anything else?"

His thin lips formed a sharp line, and his eyes were secretive. "No, get lost."

F * ck!

Qingqian only dared to grind her teeth and scold people after getting out of the car