C375 This Woman Is Really Trying to Anger Me to Death Right?

Soon, Lee Muqi drove the car over.

On the white Bentley Continent, the smooth and sharp edges of the car were as cold and hard as the man's face in the car.

The car skidded to a stop in front of Yu Mo. Lee Muqi turned around and looked at Yu Mo with one hand holding the steering wheel.

Yu Mo read the word "get in" from his lips, and then her pale lips pressed together.

Yu Mo lowered her gaze