C298 I'll Handle It Myself

The racing Cadillacs ran like flowing water on the highway.

Along the way, Gu Handong's expression was gloomy and cold. The anger that he had nowhere to hide was surging, and the surrounding atmosphere was cold as ice.

Gu Nian did not say anything to him. Her thoughts were long, and she was absent-minded.

When the car arrived at the apartment, she pushed the door and got out of the car