The city lights dim at night, and the fireworks at the end of the year fail to dispel the winter loneliness. In the city street where the cold wind is howling, two cars are chasing fiercely, one in front of the other. Shen Shaolan found them and drove the car faster, which was full of dangers. Yan Ruxue sat in the passenger seat, holding the armrest above her head with her hands, her eyes staring ahead. No matter how Shen Shaolan accelerated, the distance between the taillights in front of him was getting closer and closer...... Land...

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