The shiny black car body gives off a sense of mystery and elegance, perfectly matching Ma Zhihao's aura.
As Erya turned her head to look, her gaze collided with Ma Zhihao's deep and sinister eyes through the windshield.
Erya's heart skipped a beat, feeling a sense of guilt.
She instinctively removed the hand around her shoulder.
Su Rong only glanced at the car before turning his gaze back to Erya.
In that glance, he didn't recognize Ma Zhihao in the car.
He noticed Erya's expression slightly changed upon seeing the person inside the car.
Her eyes even flickered with a trace of panic, then she removed his hand...
Her reaction was like a wife caught in adultery by her husband.
Su Rong squinted his eyes slightly and quickly raised his gaze towards the car that passed by him.
Ma Zhihao's car window rolled down, and Su Rong saw the side of his face.
His profile was sharp, resolute, and deeply contoured.
It's him!
Su Rong suddenly sensed a feeling of crisis.
And also...
