A familiar car stopped in front of him. Yan Qingqian immediately ran up. It seemed like it was Jiang Weide. Could it be that he was back?
Eleven, who was following behind Yan Qingqian, couldn't tell whether it was real or fake. Even if the light was n' t good, she couldn't see clearly.
He opened the car door and sat on it. The moment he got into the car, the smell of smoke made Yan Qingqian dizzy.
When the car started, Eleven noticed something was wrong and immediately followed. He cursed in a low voice," s**t!" Damn it, he was tricked.
Seeing that the car was getting further and further away, Eleven began to feel anxious. He stopped a taxi and followed.
He drove the driver down rudely. He could guess the bottom of the accelerator and Eleven rushed out like a sword.
"Boss, it's bad.
