Before she could say anything, she saw his figure sway. Perhaps his legs were too long.
The figure flashed past her eyes and ignored the front seat. He opened the back door, lowered his head, and entered.
Such a slender and thin body, sitting in this old little Santana, looked particularly cramped, as if he couldn't even stretch his legs.
However, when he sat like this, it was as if the air in the space had become crowded. He did not sit in the front in the middle of the night, nor did he sit when the door was opened. He just sat in the back, which made an mutu feel a little strange.
But when she thought about it carefully, it seemed that she did everything without anyone knowing. Who would have their eyes on her?
For a moment, an mu swallowed her saliva inexplicably when she saw such a Big Buddha sitting in the back. She closed the door of the front passenger seat awkwardly, then sat upright and prepared to drive to the destination.
