C898 Dust

Just as Du San and his mother, whose faces were deathly pale, were standing on the spot, as still as wooden sculptures, not moving an inch.

Lu Faan had already led Xia Wei to the side of Lincoln Limousine's car, looking at the dignified and grand body. As if it was Xia Wei's doing at the beginning, Lu Faan lightly patted the car's body, letting out a dull thumping sound.

Then