C392 How Is Qiao Qiao

He started the car and they drove slowly down the road.

This car's performance was pretty good. It nimbly drove through the middle of the traffic.

Gu Huan had never felt such a speed before. She closed her eyes tightly and hugged Luo Han's waist tightly. She could hear the sound of the wind in her ears.

It wasn't the first time Gu Huan had ridden a motorcycle