C57 The Name of the National Wind Alliance

Zeng Zimo saw Zhao Xi from afar. She was wearing a helmet and a loose, grayish coat. Her high heels were on the pedals of the electric car. Her long hair was fluttering behind her head. Even if he could not see her face, he could recognize her at first glance.

Zhao Xi was too eye-catching. No one could ignore her existence.

Zhao Xi parked the electric car in front of him