C45 It's a Car(1)

He never thought that Jin Huang'ao would still remember this point after such a long time.

In an instant, Meng Xiwei felt a sour feeling in her heart.

She picked up the bowl of red sugar ginger tea and used a spoon to scoop a little bit into her mouth. The taste was not particularly hard to accept. Meng Xiwei used the dense steam to slightly wet her eyes.

Jin Huang'ao, oh Jin Huang'ao