On the broad road, a red Ferrari was galloping wildly.

Gu Manning's eyes are scarlet, and the obscurity of his eyes is like a pool of ink, with an indelible hatred.

The window opened and a cold autumn wind blew in, blowing her hair.

Gu Manning stared dead at the front of his eyes, grabbed the steering wheel and tried his best to force it to twist.

"Why, why can't it be me?"

Ever since the national military exercises, Hawthorne was seen from a distance, at that moment, she was deeply fascinated by him, like a devil, and could not move her sight any more.

A man of such great...