"Your car is scrapped and needs to be replaced with a new one." Mo Zhengyan said there.

"I don't want these downstairs." Song had a headache in July. Indeed, her car was scrapped and needed to be replaced, but it didn't need to be exaggerated.

"Why not?" He asked persistently.

"I don't want it anyway. First you have the car driven away. I'll tell you later." Song July has caught a glimpse of Chu Yan's curious eyes.

"If you don't give me a reason, I'll keep the car parked." He really got on with her.

"I'm just a department manager of a company. You drive a million cars and people...