"No need, Weiwei asked me to go to bed early," Yan Chu smiled at him. "I'm going up now. Thanks for driving us today."
After saying that, he turned around and walked into the apartment, stepping over the money on the ground without ever looking down.
The driver was very surprised, expecting that Yan Chu would certainly pick up the money. There were more than a hundred thousand yuan...
Weren't they already broke and without money for food?
......
The sedan cruised along the road.
The interior was silent.
Moh Shiche held the steering wheel expressionlessly while the woman's clearly angry breathing sounded in his ears. The more he listened, the more irritable he became. After holding back for a long time, he finally spoke up, "Luo Qiangwei."
"..."
"Don't tell me you're angry."
"..."
"Do you think you have the right to be angry with me?"
"..."
