บท 258: Black market racing (2)

Ding Mingjing and the others behind su Xuan glanced at Zhao Fan, but they did not say anything.

They did not say anything, but Zhao Fan felt a little uncomfortable, so he followed Meng Fu quietly.

Su Xuan's car was already prepared. It was a modified and extended version of the car. It was parked in the number one spot of the parking lot, and no car dared to approach it.

When su Xuan and the others came over to drive, everyone avoided them without a sound.

Meng Fu and Zhao Fan sat in the back seat.

Zhao Fan did not dare to speak and turned to look at Meng Fu.

As usual, Meng Fu's eyes were lowered as he casually scrolled through his phone.

"You're ..." Zhao fan looked at her and lowered his voice. don't you feel anything at all? " he asked.

Meng Fu was scrolling through Weibo calmly and replying to li Qingning's messages. When he heard Zhao fan's words, he looked up at her. huh? "