Wen Meimei glanced at the small car exhibition on the roadside, King of Hell Qiao had said he would come in a regular car, so she immediately skipped over the Maybachs, Lamborghinis, and Maseratis like those.
A regular car... a regular car...
Could it be her red Beetle?
Well, didn't see it.
Could it be that black Jeep?
Still didn't see it...
Wen Meimei failed to find it and had no choice but to take out her cell phone and call, "I'm here, what car are you in?"
Inside a black car, Qiao Chengxun looked through the tinted windows at the girl who looked clueless yet adorably just right.
In fact, he broke his promise and didn't manage to come in a very regular car.
For a moment, not knowing how to tell her the model, he said, "You walk to the right for fifteen meters first."
"Okay." Wen Meimei followed the instructions and walked fifteen meters to the side of a black Volkswagen.
Just when she was about to ask, the Volkswagen drove off, not this one!
