Even if there is, it doesn't matter

A black luxury business car slowly drove into the area of Jade Dragon Mountain and was allowed to pass after a routine inspection.

In the car.

The Holy hand, who had just landed in the capital, was still holding a lollipop in his mouth. He was carrying his ancestral medicine box and looking curiously through the window.

"I'll send you to Shang clan first, wait for me there."

There were still two boxes of old-fashioned pastries on Lin Hanxing's knees. They had just come out of the oven and were giving off a sweet fragrance. She sat upright, but sacred hands could sense that she was plotting something from her actions. He just did not know who was so unlucky.

The driver continued to drive forward.

&Quot; I taught a lesson to the juniors of Shang clan last night. If someone wants to humiliate you later, don't hold back. &Quot;

The Shang clan was right in front of them.

&Quot; I, holy hands, will not suffer any losses no matter what I eat. Don't worry! &Quot;