Along the way, Lin Qianru's fair face remained flushed, impossible to fade.
Lu Tianxing gave a faint smile, not teasing Lin Qianru, but instead opened the car window, eagerly examining the beauties on the street and continuously admiring them. The quality of beauties in Modu was indeed high, both local and foreign, each dressed in fashionable and provocative styles, with curvy figures and long, white legs. They were enough to keep one entertained for half a year, even if not for a whole year.
The red BMW wove through the traffic, heading into the distance.
Meanwhile, at the Modu Police Department.
Xue Bing, who had been kissed on the lips by Lu Tianxing earlier, stood respectfully in place with a solemn expression. In front of her, a man in his thirties with a square face sat there; he was Ye Futu, the Chief of the Modu Police Department, his gaze equally grave and serious, exuding a subtle oppressive aura.
