C408 She Was Looking at the Devil

Zhang Quan drove while Lu Yao sat in the front passenger seat.

All along the way, the woman kept her head out of the window, as if she was immersed in some kind of emotion. She let the window open, and the cold wind whistled incessantly.

Zhang Quan's fingers tightened around the steering wheel as he observed Lu Yao's face repeatedly. He asked with a slight smile