The entire truck was filled with the sounds of V8 struggling. He didn't dare to speak too loudly, afraid that his comrades would notice him. However, the more he did this, the more he was pestered.
"Did you faint? Stop pretending and sit up straight! Oh my god, I'm afraid of you. I'm really afraid of you! It was my fault just now. I shouldn't have been too ruthless. I apologize. Please sit up straight!"
V8 kept begging for mercy from the bulletproof truck. He was even shy. How could he not be shy?
They suspected that the photographer was a spy, and in the end… he was now stuck to her!
It was all his fault!
If it weren't for his quick reflexes, he would have been molested by her!
Ten minutes ago, V8, who was wearing sunglasses and had a cold facial expression, went behind the suspected 'spy' and took her down.
