Now it is evening time. Guan Yu parked his car at the door of Qujia. He said it was a gate. In fact, it was a simple barrier like a fence.

Chatterers in the yard and people in the house rushed out to watch the Bentley sedan that they had never seen before. Guan Yu is familiar with a figure in the crowd, which is Aunt Qing.

Several children chirped around the car and kept calling, "Wow, Mom, this car is beautiful, I want one too."

A small girl, said in the arms of a middle-aged woman. The middle-aged woman touched the girl's hair and said, "Well, I'll buy you...