C1995 Helplessness

Yung Hua still wanted to say something, but Bo Qian had already gotten into the car and left.

He had brought a lot of people this time.

Furthermore, there were a few familiar faces.

Yung Hua was pressed into the car by the seven hands and eight feet. She looked at the people who hurried past in front of her and suddenly felt that she could not take them seriously anymore