C17 Covert Planning

"Today, thank you." Yan Xi's watery eyes flashed.

Yan Xi sat in the passenger seat of Kin Zongliang's car, her head lowered to her chest.

"You live here?" Kin Zongliang habitually lit up a cigar, then lowered the window by half a square meter and blew out the smoke.

Yan Xi raised her head slightly and looked around. The surroundings were filled with trash