"this car isn't cheap." boss shao said with a sigh.
mu qingyu sat in her wheelchair and looked outside. she didn't say anything and looked at the black mercedes-benz calmly, no different from the others.
shen che said, " her husband doesn't lack money. he asked her to open an online store with me for fun. if she really wants to make her business big, she can just follow her husband. she doesn't need a stinky cobblestone like me. "
mrs. jin nodded in agreement. " it looks like they're rich. "
at the same time, in the black sprint.
after the driver closed the door, song qincheng felt a sense of belonging even though the space inside the car was narrow.
perhaps it was because there was someone in the car who had come to pick her up.
