Who?
Luo Xingzhou felt dizzy for a while, he stretched out his thumb and forefinger to pinch the space between his eyebrows, and thought about it carefully, carefully recalling the scene that flashed like a flying star in his mind just now.
A young man in a white gown, with broad shoulders, narrow waist and long legs.
I will carry myself...
Who is it! ?
In a daze, those eyes that were as cold as thunder snakes passed by the car window, and Luo Xingzhou took a closer look at the man inside the black Mercedes.
My heart was cold, it was him!