Because Xia Zhengjun knew her well, Bai Shan looked gentle on the surface, but she was actually just like her sister, stubborn and strong.

As Xia Zhengjun said that, his eyes were shining with determination, and his hands holding the steering wheel became tighter and tighter, and he could even see the veins on his arm under the rolled-up military uniform.

The foot on the gas pedal in military boots never let go.

On the other side, Bai Ling's gun was already on Qian Fengying's head, and his voice became more and more fierce, "I'll ask you again, where is my sister?"