C419 A Mess

Su Zilee was the driver. His driving speed was one after another in the traffic at night.

Ji Hsingchen, who had been following behind, had been left far behind.

My entire body was tense and my forehead was sweating non-stop.

His mouth had urged him several times, but now he didn't dare to urge him anymore.

I can see Su Zilee's face darken once. If it continues that dark