A mini red car was driving on the busy streets of Tokyo.
"I'm sorry," Masako Yangshan, who was driving, said to Zhao Yu apologetically,"I'm so small, so it's normal for me to buy a smaller car. It's just that I'm sorry, Mr. Detective Zhao ..."
Masako's smile was very sweet, but her voice was a little shrill, revealing her outgoing personality.
Zhao Yu squirmed in the small seat and asked,""How long do we have to walk?"
"Well, if it's the current road conditions, I'm afraid it'll take more than an hour?" Masako laughed."This is Tokyo after all!
"By the way," she asked curiously,"isn't that fierce-looking uncle your assistant?" Is he really not going to travel with us?"
"Don't worry about him," Zhao Yu said casually."He's always been crazy and does things his own way. We don't know when he'll come out again!"
Although Zhao Yu said so, he knew very well that Lee Bencheng was secretly protecting him.