Fu Jiu: … Almighty, do you know that it makes it really difficult when you don't follow how things go in novels!?
Qin Mo looked at the youngster who was a little depressed. A faint smile spread across his thin lips. Seizing Fu Jiu's back collar, he stuffed her into the shotgun seat.
When the car drove up, it was extremely conspicuous, especially when there were two equally extraordinary people sitting in it.
Fu Jiu's silver hair was blown wildly by the wind from the open window of the car. With that handsome face and luxurious aura, she was just cool beyond words.
And that beautiful car sliding through the center of the city made people think that two famous superstars must be shooting for a movie.
That scene led people to stop and take photos while the car was waiting for the traffic lights.
