C70

"Xuebao, come here!" Yan Wenxuan's cheerful voice came from behind, and Xuebao no longer disturbed that stinky and heartless person. She turned around and ran happily towards the beach motorcycle. She pulled the front of the car and said, "Second Young Master, let me drive!"

"No, my life is precious. I don't trust you." Yan Wenxuan slapped her little hand away and refused her sternly