Zhang Yuan dared not delay ah, hurried up to catch up.

Wen Yan had long stood at the door of the white Cayenne and looked impatiently at Zhang Yuan.

From a distance, Wen Yan's wrinkled eyebrows and cold impatient eyes made Zhang Yuan mistake him for seeing Long Kaizhe.

Good boy!

Genes can't be faked!

He quickly opened the door, reported Wen Yan and fastened his seat belt.

"Uncle Zhang Yuan, are there many people there?"

Wen Yan's light opening, soft voice, but a little more meditation.

"I don't know. I've been there once or twice and I've been taken for granted."

As for this, Zhang Yuan is somewhat depressed....