The rain was still falling, and the man's hair was wet. The taxi stopped right next to the police car in the emergency lane.
The long woolen coat worn by the man made Wen Jianglin feel pretentious and pretentious. As the car approached, it was obvious that he was still wearing a pair of Nike sneakers.
The word funny appeared in Wen Jianglin's mind at an inappropriate time.
The coat was lint-free, and the ravines could be seen in the bent sneakers, but with a face like this, it could obviously be more youthful.
There was a strong wind outside, and the man's hair was blown up in an inexplicable arc, revealing his cold eyes.
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