C313 Is He Made of Paper

Returning to the car, Zhou Wending sat in the driver's seat. Li Xingran felt a little strange. When they arrived, it was always their own situation. Why did he have to drive when they returned?

"There's going to be a good show later. I'm not sure what methods they'll use, but it's safer if I do it." Zhou Wending said.

"It's those people?" "It can't be