Bloody Old God

Until the end of school at night, the Bugatti Veyron, which used to speed at 200 yards in the past, seemed to have turned into a snail and slowed down by five times today.

However, Huangfu Ziyan didn't urge him at all, and spent his free time admiring the dilapidated scenery outside, humming an unknown song. No matter how much time was delayed, Chen Han simply gritted his teeth, and the speed of the sports car immediately soared to more than two hundred yards, and stopped outside the villa in a blink of an eye.

"The villa is too small, too broken, too unstyled, and too unstandard."

The little girl ran ahead to the hall, criticizing everything she saw extremely harshly. Qin Yang, who just came out of the bedroom and was about to talk to Chen Han about something, turned green when he heard her words: How dare you girl compare this place with the manor of the Huangfu family?