C497 External Head will Never Let Go of a Whisper

He still had a faint smile on his face, but his eyes were like a net.

He turned his head and looked at the neon lights outside the window. He sighed at how beautiful the night view in Beijing was.

Jun Wuyao did not expose her lack of words. He only smiled and said, "Then drive slowly."

He only smiled softly. It was very quiet in the car. Jun Wuyao drove the music.

A familiar melody sounded