C148 It's Hard to Make a Circle out of a Broken Mirror

Jingxing drove the car home, carefully maintaining a speed of 20 yards on the road.

Only after returning home did Redbud relax completely. She lay on her bed, smiling rather foolishly. Ever since Zhang Xiyue came to see her in senior year of high school, she always had a natural fear of "meeting her parents". Whether it was her target, friend, or ordinary friend