The car was close to Song Hehuan's body, and it stopped abruptly with the screeching sound of brakes, and then the door opened, and Tan Xuyao's cold and unforgettable face appeared in front of him.

His eyes were gloomy, even if he almost bumped into someone, he didn't see a trace of ups and downs, only unhappiness, and his tone was even more warm, "Song Hehuan, are you looking for death?"

Song Hehuan couldn't believe it,......

"Mr. Tan, the motive is not pure" 066: What do you think of me is hitting the hand, please wait a moment,

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