C90 Clutching My Thigh

"Zijun, it's me!"

When Zhang Fann's voice came over, Xu Zijun, who was already very nervous, let out a long sigh.

It was good that Zhang was here.

He drove to invite Zhang Fann to sit in the front passenger seat. Suddenly, he shivered and wished he could cover his eyes. Damn it, he saw that Yin Messenger again!

How cowardly! He had to pretend that he didn't see anything!

Eh