C570 As If Struck by Lightning

Late at night.

There weren't many cars on this road, so the car behind them was still following them.

Xiao Xiye's breathing quickened.

Damn it, the old man actually sent spring? Medicine! What do you want?

He glanced at Di Jiaxin. "Give me the handkerchief."

"Let me do it." Once again, Di Jiaxin wiped his sweat. This time, not only did Xiao Xiye not refuse, he even grabbed Di Jiaxin's hand