C61 Take a Taxi Home

She was always able to easily provoke her anger, always able to easily disrupt her plans. President Qi was sitting in the back seat of the taxi with a dark expression on his face.

It was unknown if it was because he was used to sitting in an advanced car, this car that was mixed with the stench of sweat and oil, and that dirty and greasy clothing on the car. Qi Haoming, who had calmed down