C315 Did I Change?(1)

Yang Chenxuan drove the car slowly out of the school.

Zhao Zixiang, sitting in the back seat, was utterly shocked. He swallowed hard and said, "Chenxuan, is this car yours?"

Even if it wasn't Yang Chenxuan's, Zhao Zixiang was still impressed. This car was nothing like the old vans he was used to seeing. It must have cost at least tens of thousands of dollars. For Zhao Zixiang