Chapter 422

Yang Fan ran quickly, almost fleeing back to the car.

Zhao Wu turned his head and looked at Yang Fan, unable to hold back a hearty laugh, "Fanzi, are you playing deserter now?"

"Stop reveling in my misfortune, and drive!" Yang Fan urged; he absolutely couldn't stay in this place any longer.

The dispute between Old Zhou and Zhu Shanshan was not just about causing him to be splattered with blood—it was downright life-threatening.

Zhu Shanshan had suddenly seemed as if her brain had gone offline. How could she have come up with such a dizzy idea?

There are some things she might not care about, but Yang Fan really couldn't afford not to care.

Zhao Wu drove away from the market, turned down a street, and then asked with a smile, "Where to now?"

Yang Fan didn't know either.

They still had those Matsutake and Black spirit ginseng in the car; otherwise, Zhao Wu could have just gone straight home.