Allen Peterson looked in the direction pointed by the driver and saw a familiar sports car slowly driving on the road. If he remembered correctly, the license plate number seemed to belong to Ye Yingcai.
What the hell are they looking for? Allen Peterson suddenly became interested and sent a message to Martin asking him to check, while he went to the provincial capital.
At Wu Zixia's home, sunlight sprinkled on the flowers and plants on the windowsill, emitting a fragrant scent.
Wu Zixia was holding a delicate kettle and watering the flowers. Just then, the doorbell suddenly rang, and her stunning face burst into a smile.
Put down the kettle and quickly run to open the door.
Allen Peterson, you
The sound suddenly stopped here, and it wasn't Allen Peterson who appeared at the door. It was a strange man holding a handful of roses in his hand.
Hello, beautiful lady, although this flower is not as delicate as you, please accept it