"Sister and sister! You're going to scare me to death. He hurried forward and looked up and down. "Not a little meat, not bad."

Ye Shui-ink bowed his head. "Has he come yet?"

"Don't you want me to come?" Ye Miao strode in, his eyebrows full of irrepressible anger.

The passer-by kept looking at the two of them. He grabbed Ye Shui-ink's hand and went out, pulled the door, threw it in and walked to the driver's seat.

Looking at the car whistling away, Liu Qiang was worried, but don't let anything happen again.

The cold wind blows directly along the river, and there is only one box left and...