C1180 Assassination
The red Mercedes was parked not far away, deserted.
"Eh, where's your partner? Don't tell me he's here on a date?" Qiao Chutian looked around curiously, but there was no one around.
"Stop talking nonsense. That's my... uh, friend! Speaking of which, what are we doing here?"
Qin Yuan couldn't think of anything else, so he could only change the topic