C621 Fleeing

There was a sharp ring.

Jiaang Yan, who was originally drunk and had a slightly flushed face, suddenly woke up. She grabbed her phone, and a low and urgent voice came from the other end of the phone. It sounded very anxious, and then Jiaang Yan hung up the phone, frowning slightly.

After a while, the underground parking lot of the bar rushed out of the SUV with the roar of the engine