C394 I'll Throw Myself into Your Arms

Deep in the night, late autumn, the wind blows on people's faces.

Silver Maybach drew a straight line on the road. The man sat in the driver's seat and kept looking forward.

Until the sky completely darkened.

The phone buzzed. " The phone rang again.

He looked down and saw that there was no longer the impatience from before. Instead, there was a smile on his lips.

"Hello?"

"Hey