C98 Cold War Storm

"I..."

Before Shen Mujin could finish her sentence, the door to the back seat was opened.

The man's joints were clearly defined. His fingers were long and slender as he gently placed them on the handle. His gaze slowly swept towards Shen Mujin. His face did not move but it was calm and quiet.

Shen Mujin swallowed her saliva and held back the words that she did not say