Just as the red light in front of him turned green, Jun Shangche looked at the rear-view mirror and smiled sideways.

"After a few people rushed up, Dust, who had eaten a good mouth, cursed loudly."

"You really don't have any morals. I prefer the gentler you." Although he was sometimes like a child, his words were a little noisy.

However, the man in front of him was too evil. He emitted an unapproachable smell from the inside to the outside, making ...