C890 Photographic Killer

Shi Xiaonian was not angry. "Brother, you must remember that your job now is to take good care of me. And in the end, you still talk so much!"

"It's obviously you guys!"

"It's very strange, why do you smile like a fool when you're on the side of the road and we can chat when we get in the car?"

Yanyan, who sat in the front passenger seat, looked at Zhang Yaohua with sympathy