Call for Help

Lu Zhaohe's location was not far away, but it required a U-turn and crossing through a crowded sidewalk.

Jiang Lin's car had just pulled out from inside, and Song Li, sitting in the passenger seat, immediately spotted Bai Pu's car.

"Isn't that Bai Pu's car? Why is she driving back?"

Jiang Lin's eyes dimmed, and his expression slightly stiffened. "There must be a traffic jam ahead."

He had been with Bai Pu for seven years, and their relationship was not exactly like respectful strangers, but at least they respected each other. He trusted Bai Pu, or rather, he simply didn't care if she would betray him or not.

So as long as Bai Pu didn't do anything outrageous, he rarely interfered.

But recently, he felt that something had changed. He started to care about her a little?

Jiang Lin picked up his phone, preparing to call Bai Pu. After hesitating for a moment, he put down the phone.

He just wanted to get what he wanted, and he couldn't be bothered with anything else.