C89 Phone call from song nan feng

Xia Zhangying brought me to the car intimately. From the beginning to the end, I didn't even say a single word, as if I had just come to be a vase.

After waiting for less than five minutes, Mo Xiaohuo and that handsome man with an upright face walked out. I could see from the car that Mo Xiaohuo and those soldiers of the Second Generation said goodbye to each other