179: International Glass V587!_4

Mu Qingli fidgeted in the back seat for a while before she lowered the partition, isolating the front and back seats and began to change her clothes.

The car was very quiet, so quiet that one could only hear the sound of skin rubbing against cloth.

Fu Lanshen, clearly unable to see anything, felt his mouth go dry for no apparent reason. He held the steering wheel with one hand and opened the car's refrigerator with the other, took out a can of iced water, twisted off the cap with one hand, and drank more than half the can in one gulp.

Mu Qingli packed the gown she had taken off into a box, then silently climbed into the passenger seat.

Soon, they arrived at the night market Mu Qingli often frequented.

The night market was bustling with people and everything had a queue.