C32 The Powerful Man Behind Yan Hong

Outside the window on the highway, the street lights snaked towards the horizon like twinkling stars.

The traffic on the road, at nine o'clock on a summer's night, continued unabated.

After the heavy rain had passed, a fresh night breeze blew from the Southern Mountain, gently blowing on people's faces. It was as gentle as a lover's hand, making Gao Fei feel very comfortable