The next morning, Lin Yi washed up quickly, then drove to Li Chunyan's house.
Through the towering buildings of the city, this nation built upon the desert flaunted its luxurious essence to the fullest.
No matter which corner you look at, it seems to be ahead of the world.
Also making the ordinary folk feel daunted.
The car drove for more than half an hour, gradually leaving the urban area.
On both sides of the road were rows of small villas, the sun glaringly scattered on this golden land.
Lin Yi drove slowly, searching for Zhao Chunyan's house according to the address on the information.
He finally stopped beside a house with a red roof.
This is Zhao Chunyan's home.
But just as Lin Yi was about to get out of the car, he suddenly noticed someone standing at the window of the house across the street, staring fixedly at his car.
Huh?
This scene surprised Lin Yi and made him alert.
Using his peripheral vision, Lin Yi glanced gently.
