C88 Contract Letter

Jian Yunwei's figure disappeared from his sight.

Situ Hao glanced at Yan Lia. He put his hands in his pockets, turned around and walked towards the car in front.

"What are you trying to do?" Yan Lia's low voice sounded.

Situ Hao's feet paused. Sure enough, he couldn't hold back anymore.

"I also want to ask you, what do you want to do?" Situ Hao stopped his steps and turned his head