Cen Xi's slender fingers tightly grasped the coat that was wrapped around her body.
Her heart was beating wildly in her chest. She had a kind of premonition about what he wanted to do but she couldn't help but be pulled along with him. Lowering her eyes, she asked with her ears feeling hot, "Can I change my clothes first…"
Before she could finish, he lifted her soft body from the ground. Cen Xi gave a small squeak and struggled in his arms. The man looked down at her. "Be good."
His voice was deep and husky. She did not know what kind of spell she was under, but she really snuggled into his arms and did not move.
He carried her to the sports car in the middle.
He then drove the car personally.
There were a total of 31 sports cars because March 1st was her birthday.
Tang Xi drove in front, leading the convoy, followed by some young men who were on good terms with Qiao Yanze. Each sports car was priceless.
