Wasn’t that sending a sheep into a tiger's mouth?
Alright, Maxwell is not a sheep, but in short, she won't allow this kind of thing to happen.
Her head wandered as she walked. A few trumpets from behind frightened her. She hurried to the sidewalk or she would have blocked the way.
However, the road was so wide that she had already walked on the sidewalk. The horns behind her were still honking. What was going on?
Alice turned around unhappily and saw that the car behind her was so familiar under the street lamps. Although the handsome face of the man in the car could not be clearly seen through the windscreen, but ———
The black car stopped beside her and Alice hissed. She was right, it was actually Maxwell.
Surprisingly, he appeared here. Or was it at this time, or was it that he had
