C91 Invalid Objection

The back of the car was very spacious. Tong Zimei sat down near the door, and her gaze passed through the window of the car to look blankly at the people coming and going outside.

"Where did you go last night?" Tang Cheng Han asked coldly.

"Not anywhere." Tong Zimei lowered her eyes and faintly answered.

"What is he doing here?" Tang Cheng Han's voice became colder and colder