C228 The Mistress of This House

Ye Qingqing sat in her seat with a gloomy face. She turned her head to look at the scenery outside. Lih Chen's speed kept decreasing the temperature inside the convertible.

Ye Qingqing, who was already dressed untiringly, rubbed her arms. In the next second, she felt that the speed of the car had dropped by a lot, and then a heavy object appeared on her body