C160 Bitch Is Hypocritical

The black Maybach sped along the dimly lit street.

Ji Jing'an leaned back on the leather seat in the backseat. His long legs parted slightly, and he held his phone tightly with his right hand. His ink-black brows were deeply furrowed, and his thin lips were pursed. His handsome face was taut, and there was an indifferent alienation and slight frustration on his face