Li Shi could never sympathize with the bitter wives in ancient poetry he once read.
Until now—
He was suddenly ambushed!
At this time, night had already fallen, a black sedan was parked by the roadside. No one took notice as there were many cars parked outside the apartment complex, perhaps not fifty, but certainly twenty or thirty.
Until a man out for a night run passed by and recognized this black sedan as a Bentley worth millions, he couldn't help but take a second glance.
The lights inside the car were not on. He could hardly make out the front row with the feeble help of the street light. The back seat was pitch dark, no matter how he strained his eyes, he couldn't see a thing.
He took his phone out from his arm bag, wanting to use the phone's flashlight to take a look, but thinking about the price of such a Bentley, he held himself back.
Rationality told him not to cause trouble for himself.
