C102 Damn Cultivation

Clean and childish. The tender voice was not mixed with any impurities.

Beiming Mo's heart stopped and his fingers clenched the steering wheel.

In the blink of an eye, a strange silence flowed out from within the carriage.

The father and son pair shared the same temperament. Neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere was so quiet that they could only hear each other's breathing!

Finally