Chapter 114: Overthinking is a Disease
Cool motorcycles are undoubtedly a beautiful scenery on the street.
With endless traffic and crowded roads, Falcon shuttles through the vehicles, looking both cool and sharp.
The white Volkswagen behind it follows closely, not daring to slack off, afraid that it would be thrown off if it wasn't careful.
Milo Wallace holds the steering wheel with one hand, staring at the road ahead, his eyebrows furrowed, "Did Miss Edwin take the wrong route?"
It doesn't seem to be the way to Jungle. Why is this road getting more and more remote?
Stella Hilda, sitting in the co-pilot seat, rolled her eyes, "Why do you talk so much? Just follow her wherever she goes. Or are you afraid she'll sell you off?"
She glanced at his figure and looks with contempt. Shaking her head brightly, it seemed that she thought he wasn't worth much money.
Milo Wallace: "..."
He raised his other hand to touch his nose, looking embarrassed.