C38 The Official Confrontation of the Tabloid News

The car drove steadily, the streetlights projected into the car, shifting from time to time.

My face was pale. I leaned against Tianming's arms. I was covered by a blanket, but I still felt cold.

The driver looked in the rearview mirror. His expression was a little complicated. "Miss Lin," he said. I've never seen young master Ming so anxious to make five red lights in a row. Excessive speed