The looming changes of Qingshui City

Since this was the case, Ling Yun didn't stand on any ceremony. To be honest, he had not intended to stand on any ceremony from the very beginning.

Ling Yun gave a sidelong glance at Tie Xiaohu who understood immediately, bowed, and took the credit card and keys to the Land Rover from the table.

Dao Yong held his breath with huge beads of perspiration clinging to his forehead. Only when Tie Xiaohu took the credit card and car keys did the tension leave him. He exhaled heavily and wiped his sweat away.

This eighteen-year-old young man is terrifying.

"The passcode to the credit card is six eights. If you are worried, you can transfer it all out at once through the bank. I have also prepared a gas credit card with a prepaid five hundred thousand balance. It should last for some time…. "

After seeing that Ling Yun had accepted his money and car, Dao Yong took out the gas credit card that he had prepared prepared in advance.