C1871 Xia Yihan Was a Variable

Ye Nianmo nodded and took the key. Considering Ding Yiyi's mental state, he said, "I'll drive myself." He took the key and settled Ding Yiyi down before sitting in the passenger seat.

"Sorry, I lost my composure just now." Ding Yiyi sat in the front passenger seat. She looked like she had returned to her previous self, but the fear in her eyes did not disappear