The silver Porsche drove on the wide road like an arrow leaving the bow as it sped toward the suburbs.
When Su Wan heard Tang Yifeng's question, she looked a little confused.
She thought for a second in her mind, but she couldn't think of a "Mr. Chen" Jiang Xuecheng had mentioned to her...
"Which Chen? Chen from Er Dong Chen "
Su Wan turned her head to look at Tang Yifeng. She saw that the man was driving the car with a focused look on his face, and his slender hands were on the steering wheel.
When Su Wan's confused voice fell into his ears, Tang Yifeng's lips curled into a smile.
In fact, Tang Yifeng already had the answer to this question in his heart.
However, when he heard Su Wan's confused words, he still felt a little disbelief.
They had been classmate and good friends for many years. He really treated Su Wan like a flower in a greenhouse. It was no wonder that she trusted him so easily.
