C734 This Woman Is Sick

"Alright." Lin Wanjiang got up and put on his jacket. The two of them went out one after the other.

It was two o'clock in the morning. The streets of the provincial capital were very quiet. Occasionally, there would be a car that had tried out. Most of it was in a hurry. Lin Xuemei was the only one who maintained her speed at twenty to thirty miles per hour