The Language Cultivation Chapter 55

If it were someone else, Blake Lin would definitely ask what they were doing in the car.

But Ian Dong's words were brief and powerful, almost like an order. He subconsciously opened the car door, sat on the passenger seat, and then held the pointer quietly like a chicken.

Ian Dong turned the steering wheel to the left and the car turned around and drove towards the entrance of the community.

Pointer: "Meow."

It poked its head out from Blake Lin's arms and stretched out its claws to reach Ian Dong, who rubbed its head with one hand.