After a long drive, he looked in the rearview mirror and saw a black modern car close behind him. He changed lanes and drove on. The modern car did not catch up.

"Do you want fudge with fruit juice? Ink and wash like it very much. I sent some to Xiao Zhao, too." Ding Yiyi bowed his head in the marshmallow and chose, "What flavor would you like? Apples, oranges, Hami melons and grapes, and durian."

Ye Nianmo looked cautiously behind him and realized that he had fallen into a trap when the navigation was sent forward.

"No!"

He slowed down sharply, reaching across Ding Yiyi's chest to protect her,...