Once again, I smelled the damp and cold air. Xia Yihan couldn't help sneezing. A suit with a light tobacco flavor covered Xia Yihan's body.

Ye Zimo was silent, and his arm was gently pulled. Xia Yihan asked in a low voice, "Why didn't you see the car?"

"What do you say?" Ye Zimo said in a bad mood that he let people explore when he got off the plane. He knew that Xia Yihan had entered the police station C without stopping and came by by taxi.

"So you took a taxi?" Xia Yihan looked at the leaf ink incredibly and then said with a bitter smile, "Maybe we...