C575 Who is she?

Who the hell is she?

At the foot of an apartment building, a black station wagon slowly pulled up to the side of the road.

The driver was a middle-aged man. After stopping the car, he got out of the car and walked towards a fast food restaurant on the street.

In the carriage, Long Bing and Tang Yuyan stared at a special kind of computer monitor, which had a tracking signal on it