C11 It Has Nothing to Do with Me

The sun is setting.

The car door opened. The driver in the driver's seat hurried out and walked to the side of the passenger's seat. He opened the door and respectfully reached out his hand to block the door frame, waiting for Ho Zhixian to get out of the car.

Suddenly, a long and straight leg stretched out. In an instant, he stood at the entrance of the Fallen Pub with his head held high