"Support God, what are you up to now?"
Qian Xuan's voice seemed better, not so hoarse anymore.
According to him, he had indeed been infected with some virus recently, which had significantly affected his respiratory system.
The nickname "Support God" made Liu Zhizhong feel a bit proud, but also somewhat depressed.
He was proud because he had truly achieved extraordinary success in terms of internet traffic, incredibly strong.
But depressed, because why did the nickname feel somewhat ambiguous, like he was some kind of breeding pig, horse, or cattle, sigh...
As he pulled over and parked the car, Liu Zhizhong said, "Mr. Xuan, I'm driving!"
"You're driving this early in the morning? You're really something, huh! Whose car are you driving? Are the headlights bright? Is the chassis solid? Is the exhaust loud? Is the engine well-lubricated?"
