The name Fu Nanli, it sounds a bit familiar. A flash of white suddenly crossed my mind, and I remembered it. It seemed like I had seen this name in the news last life. Two days before filling out their college application list, Fu Jia's only heir, Fu Nanli, died in a car accident on his way to the airport.,The master pushed open the fare meter and stepped on the gas pedal. The car plunged headlong into the storm.,The taxi sped down the road, rain splattering across the windows. A Cantonese song played softly inside the car, but Wen Qiao was too anxious to enjoy it; she wished she could fly there herself.。