C187 Uncle Do You Have Anything to Do with Me Eating Ice Cream?

Shan Chenxuan flew his car all the way to the airport, which usually took him an hour to get there. He would arrive in only 20 minutes.

After parking the car in the parking lot, Shan Chenxuan turned on his phone and sent messages, almost all of which belonged to Gu Qian. He didn't have time to be angry, nor did he have the mood to read the messages