Checkbook

At that moment, Lin Hanxing was standing in the wind.

Her slightly curled black hair that reached her waist fluttered in the wind, and there was no expression on her fair face.

She was extremely beautiful, but when she didn't smile or speak, she gave people an indescribable sense of oppression.

Shangguan Yilu felt inexplicably annoyed.

"Give him the money."

She ordered the bodyguards, obviously not wanting to listen to the leader's nonsense anymore.

The crowd was quickly cleared.

Shangguan Yilu bit her lower lip. She had planned to give that car to her brother as a birthday gift.

After some thought, she walked towards Lin Hanxing.

Yan beixiao had just returned with his car, and he was in a state of excitement as he loved cars more than his life.

"Little cold star, catch."

Yan beixiao spun the car keys between his fingers, then threw them at Lin Hanxing.

Suddenly, a fragrant wind blew in front of him ...

"I'm sorry."