Li Zhiyan got out of the car, went to the back seat, opened the door and sat inside.
The car's anti-peep film was applied exceptionally well.
Sitting inside, the privacy can be said to be completely full.
Yin Xueyang also understood Li Zhiyan's thoughts, and then she too went to the back.
After locking the car, the interior of the Benz S became a completely enclosed space, privacy maxed out.
...
A long time later, driving around Wancheng, Yin Xueyang opened the window, feeling the breeze and sunshine.
The beautiful blush on her charming face still hadn't faded away.
"Xiao Yan, did you really hate Aunt Yin back then?"
Yin Xueyang asked curiously.
"Of course, at that time I thought you were a downright bad woman."
"Thinking about it just made my heart rage."
"Not distinguishing black from white, a personal vendetta in public."
