C522 It Was His Fault

Just as Lau Hanqian was enduring endless humiliation, a black Maybach parked at the entrance of the underground bar. The door was tightly shut, and the entire car would occasionally let out slight waves.

Yeh Yufan was intimately pressed down in the driver's seat by Ji Jing'an. She only felt that he kissed very hard. A cold and pleasant smell gradually entered her nose