C309 Caesar's clear mind

The black SUV streaked across the night sky, and the phone's ringtone rang again and again inside the car. Qing Huan held onto the steering wheel as if she didn't hear the phone ringing.

His gaze moved up along Qing Huan's slender neck. His pursed lips indicated that Qing Huan was angry. Why was she angry? In Caesar's impression, Qinghuan had always been a quiet and somewhat cowardly image