Zhang Xian and Yao Rao have no idea about the thoughts of the young man, and they are chatting idly.
The young man glances a few times, smacks his lips, and does not pay attention anymore.
After a while, the speed of the business vehicle suddenly picks up, leaves the city, and turns into a relatively narrow, winding asphalt road.
"Iron Head, where are you going?"
Yao Rao turns her head and looks out the window, her eyebrows furrowed, "Don't tell me we don't even have a headquarters now."
"Isn't that the truth?" Iron Head said with a bitter smile.
Yao Rao slapped her forehead, looking distressed, "I mean, how did you guys manage this? I just lived in Huaxia for a while, how did you lose our headquarters?"
