C32 You Always like Me

The smooth lines of the sports car made a loud noise on the empty road.

The chill of the night carried with it the wind that blew past his ears at a rapid speed. Chung Yifan's mind gradually became clear.

The sports car stopped by the roadside, and Chung Yifan was somewhat irritated as he took out a cigarette and smoked. The smoke filled the air, confusing the handsome side of the man's face