The night in Kyoto is like a dreamy illusion.
The dazzling neon lights embellish the entire area, making it appear like a beautiful tapestry.
Inside the Lamborghini driving on the bustling road.
Chen Ruolong places both hands on the steering wheel, focused entirely on the windshield, keeping the speed between forty and fifty, as stable as an old dog, fearing any slight mistake.
He occasionally glances at Xia Shiqing, sitting in the backseat, through the rearview mirror, and even now, it feels incredibly unreal to him.
If possible, he really wants a global broadcast, wanting even a street dog to know the Empress Consort is sitting in his car!
While he is wildly lamenting internally, Sun Zhe, sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly speaks: "How much longer to the underground fighting arena?"
"Uh..."
