Ye Cheng was very depressed. He could drive a truck to the speed of a tractor. He could not bear it. The eager mood was understandable by Meizi sitting beside him.

"Well, it's only two thousand dollars. If you don't have a leader in your savings, you'll be a poor class. It's better to go to a good place than to walk to a bar. It's also a car for good or bad."

Ye Cheng shrugged his lips and hummed angrily two times before he remembered the people sitting next to him. He should be honest in the East China Sea. "Tomorrow I'll send you back to the East China...