C65 The Sweet Talking Fairy

A cool breeze blew, the night in South Capital seemed a little cold.

When Nian Yingyao brought Lu Zhihuan back to the car, his face was gloomy. Some kind of oppressive evil aura made people not dare to approach.

"Yingyao."

The two of them sat in the back seat, and Leo was driving in the driver's seat. Lu Zhihuan did not ask anything. She gently hugged Nian Yingyao and called him softly