C572 Flying Vinegar

In the car, Shen Ann drove, and Zhao Qingyu sat in the passenger seat.

She was holding the backpack that Shen Ann had brought over and opened it to look at the things inside.

A laptop?

Zhao Qingyu took out the laptop and turned her head to look at Shen Ann. "Is this yours?"

Shen Ann looked at the road and said softly, "Hsu Yijing. She asked me to bring it to her. If only it was mine