The two worked together and soon handed out the flyer.

Bai Lu was very happy and clapped her hands:

"It's done, let's go, I'll treat you to the casserole rice noodles!"

Although Nanfeng had eaten it, he nodded and followed.

The two talked and laughed, as if they had returned to those youthful years.

But not far, a Ferrari supercar stopped steadily in front of Nanfeng and Bailu with dazzling high beams and a sound of brakes.

The appearance of supercars immediately attracted many people around.

"Wow! Ferrari's nobles, Rafa!"

"I'll go, this car costs more than 20 million, right?"

"The landing price is more than 30 million."

"If I could take this car, how great would it be..."

"You look at the license plate, it looks like Mr. Zhang's car in Beijing!"

“…”

The unique scissor door of sports cars is opened.

"despair!"

A long-faced man wearing black leather shoes, white trousers and floral shirt walked out of the sports car.
Chapter completed!