C270 Face-to-face

The extended Lincoln was like an arrow that had left the bowstring. It aimed at Yang Huonian who was standing at the entrance of the Yang Mansion and charged forward at full speed.

By the time Yang Huonian noticed it, it was already too late to dodge.

"Creak ~"

In the nick of time, Jia Cheng Lin suddenly made a sharp turn, brushing past Yang Huonian's pants