Jun Wujie was still covered in sweat, and even trembling, Feng Jiuli looked so distressed that he couldn't be more distressed.

If she could, she would rather be the one who was suffering now.

"An Sixteen, where are you going to take us?" Feng Jiuli lifted the curtain and looked at the situation outside...

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