C394 The Trump Card of Wang Zhengzong

The sports car was fast to begin with, but now it was rushing towards Qiu Su'e's house like an angry dragon.

Something must have happened to Qiu Su'e. Otherwise, it would be impossible for her to not even be able to make out her phone number. Furthermore, when she received the call, her voice was terrifyingly calm.

The other side of the phone seemed to have heard the roar of a sports car