C275 Infatuated Man

In the dark night, the moonlight was flickering under the cover of the dark clouds.

With one hand on the steering wheel and the other open the window, Guan Yang smoked. Xuan Ming was sitting in the front passenger seat. His face was full of excitement as he held his cell phone and continued to 'silently' talk. In his words, it was called 'spreading nets, fishing selectively'