C62 I Have Nothing to Do with Him

Xia Xiaowu quietly got into the car without saying a word. A moment later, Kuan Feng returned, his clothes unwrinkled, as if he hadn't been in a scuffle at all. He silently sat down, fastened his seatbelt, and started the car again.

Xia Xiaowu didn't dare look back, only glancing at the patch of grass behind them through the rearview mirror