C740 Yao Qianshu's Call

In the front seat, Dongfang Ningyun glanced in the rearview mirror and inquired, "Senior Mo, what's going on?"

The elder hastily dabbed at the grease on his lips, his eyes darting like a cat that had just snatched a treat. "Nothing, nothing at all. Just focus on your driving," he stammered.

After a moment, the old man seemed to have an epiphany and sighed deeply