A Typhoon Is Coming, Yang Cheng Is Too Dangerous

"Where are we going?"

Early the next morning, Ye Feng pulled Chen Xuan into the car and drove all the way.

"Going to put on a show."

Ye Feng pretended to smile mysteriously at her.

"Acting? Do you want to be an actor?"

Chen Xuan was dumbfounded.

"I want to be a director more than an actor."

Ye Feng smiled mysteriously and did not speak anymore.

He drove extremely fast, maintaining a speed of about 200 kilometers per hour.

The cars on the highway were overtaken one by one.

What was rare was that the car was moving so fast, yet there was no discomfort in the car.

Although Chen Xuan was used to sitting in his car, she was still a little nervous.

After driving for two hours, Ye Feng finally got off the highway.

When Chen Xuan saw the "Yang Cheng welcomes you" sign at the toll booth, her mouth fell open.

"Why did we come to Yang Cheng?"

"To see Tang Fushan," Ye Feng replied nonchalantly.