"You can't talk well." Depressed and speechless, Gu Qianmeng pulled off his towel and wiped his face and hair.

Glancing a little through the car mirror, Qi Yehu asked her suspiciously, "Do you know the two cars behind you?"

"What car?" Gu Qianmeng turned back doubtfully. It was good not to look at her. She quickly retracted her head from the first sight.

Now she has a shadow in her heart whenever she sees a black suit in her eyes, and she recognizes at a glance the person in the driver's seat on the left side of the car, the one with the sulfuric acid in her hand that day....