C197 Trust in Your Lover

A line of three black cars was blocked at noon during the rush hour.

Qiao Yiyi clearly quieted down in the second car. Her eyes were so red that it was hard to look directly at. Everyone in the car could feel the thick aura of grief coming from her. Dongfang Qingqing held her hand and stared at the side of her face without blinking.

Qiao Yiyi, who had been silent all this time