C87 Pure

"Where are you headed?"

Su Tinglan clutched his wrist with urgency, her eyes brimming with concern. A shiver ran through her as her intuition sent a ripple of foreboding through her.

Chen Cheng gently patted her hand, offering a wry smile. "The car's been scratched—a vehicle worth tens of millions. Naturally, I need to take it to the boss first."

Relieved by his explanation