The familiar car appeared in Yan Yinuo's line of sight.
Instantly, her whole body stiffened, completely forgetting to react.
The man driving, with a refined yet cold face, was even more familiar than the luxury car.
Xu Zijin, he has come...
Like a demon, like Asura.
The car shot towards her like an arrow, swiftly closing in.
Yan Yinuo took a light breath, feeling as if she was walking on the edge of death.
A screeching sound arose as the brake was harshly applied, echoing piercingly.
The car stopped very close, nearly touching her legs, and sitting in the wheelchair, Yan Yinuo was almost at eye level with Xu Zijin.
He raised his lips in a sneer, staring coldly at her through the glass.
Yan Yinuo's heart trembled, this time, a more direct anger came rushing at her.
She felt guilty, afraid.
Because she had secretly used the old lady to see Douya.
And it's clear that Xu Zijin knew, got angry, and was here to settle accounts...
