Waste Of Talent

Xian Yijun kept smiling at her.

Wei Zhijuan rolled her eyes at him. "Keep provoking me. Sooner or later, I'll sew your mouth shut, and then let's see if you can be this venomous again!" As she spoke, she pushed open the door and got out of the car with an angry snort.

Watching her angry figure enter the building, Xian Yijun laughed lightly. As he turned the steering wheel and was about to make his way to the nearest police station, he suddenly saw a familiar slender figure walking in front of his car out of the corner of his eye.

The moment the car turned, the figure was struck down by the cornering light. Xian Yijun paused for a moment, thinking that he had seen wrongly. However, as he had accidentally hit someone, he frowned and still opened the car door, and got out.