Move the Hands
On the way to the East China Sea University, a black Bentley was galloping.
There were two people in the car.
One man and one woman.
The man was about fifty or sixty years old. He was wearing a black suit, with thick hair as well as a lot of hairspray on it, giving off a pungent fragrance from time to time.
The woman looked less than forty years old. She had a thick layer of foundation on her face, a bright red shawl on her shoulders, and her hair curled up high. She had a noble demeanor, but at the moment, her face appeared to be very anxious.
"Old Wu, my eyelids are twitching fiercely. Say, has something happened to Wu Shao in East China Sea University?" The woman said anxiously as her eyes looked out of the window from time to time.
But the man's expression was very relaxed.