C27 Inventor gao yang

Passat flew swiftly on the road, Gao Yang followed the CD and hummed an unknown foreign tune, his expression satisfied.

Zheng Yiyi didn't say anything. She leaned on the carriage window as she looked off into the distance.

Other than the sound of Gao Yang chewing peanuts, the inside of the car was quiet.

Gao Yang rolled down the window as salty wind blew in. Glancing at the rearview mirror