C964 It's Not My Fault This Time

Nine o'clock at night, Longyang City.

A taxi that would pick up Leeda on time every day was parked at the entrance of the only bar. He was waiting for Leeda to get off work.

In this month, he had probably received Leeda no less than 50 times. From the beginning to the end, he had always been wearing a cap. He believed that from the beginning to the end, Leeda had never seen his face clearly