Outside the airport, Song Yan met the good sister of Murong Xinyue.

The other party is between twenty-four and five years old, tall and hot. The two groups in front of her chest hold up her short white T-shirt high, revealing a half-white belly and a beautiful navel with a pink diamond. It is sexy and hot. I don't know how many passers-by men it attracts.

She's leaning against a domineering black Hummer, her slender legs wrapped in black stockings and boots glowing faintly.

If someone with a special hobby is here, he will surely sigh that his legs are enough to play for three years.

Look up, but the...