C357 It Really Is Gu Junbai

Ann Xiaomin stood on the sidewalk by the highway, catching a glimpse of the side profile of the man in the car. He steered with one hand while resting his other arm on the rolled-down window, his hand supporting his chin. His fingers tapped lightly on the steering wheel as he focused intently on the traffic light. His profile was striking and sharp, captivating at first glance