C1743 Suspected Objects

Yang Ping felt unwell in her heart. What if Ma Weiwei didn't want to do anything stupid? When she returned to the hotel, he only saw an empty room, but Ma Weiwei was nowhere to be seen.

A thousand meters away, Ma Weiwei walked on the road. Her aura was stable and there was no change, but her speed seemed to be a little fast. One step after another.

Two kilometers.

Three kilometers