Chapter 91

It took a long time before Sophia Mitchell remembered to breathe, her face was flushed red. The originally spacious seven-seater commercial vehicle is inexplicably cramped at the moment. You can hear the sound of the other party breathing, and you can also hear the sound of your own heart beating in the chest. "Are you all right?" Matthew Clark asked. "Brown hit?" Sophia Mitchell said, "No, I'm fine, thank you." Thanks again. "The noodle shop should be near here, I'll get off the car and have a look." With that said, Sophia Mitchell turned to push the car door. "Sophia Mitchell," accompanied by Matthew Clark's voice, her hand was suddenly stopped, and her slender wrist was squeezed tightly, and it was held in Matthew Clark's big hand. She turned her head in astonishment, and met Matthew Clark's gloomy eyes. "Do you have to be so polite to me? Even if we are divorced, our