Tao Yi hesitated for two seconds and sat in honestly.

The car is quiet and can only see a back of Ali's head from a transparent window. The air seems to be solidified.

Mojun still keeps his head down at night. Tao Yi is a little uncomfortable and has many doubts.

How could he be?

Did he arrange for the police station just now?

If so, should she say thank you?

The light of Mo Jun's night falls on Tao Yi's hands, and the soft and delicate fingers pinch each other. Are they nervous? A faint fragrance of

is coming from the nose. It is different from the scent of...