C172 Jane's Little Mind

The space in Jian Qizhen's car was rather small. It was completely filled with two kinds of atmosphere. One was awkward, while the other was ambiguous.

Feng Jiangliu didn't know what to say at all. He felt that his hand, which was placed on the steering wheel, was shaking. He felt that it was too embarrassing just now. Why didn't he control his little brother in the slightest