The car stopped at the door of the cloth house, Qian Jin didn't hurry to get out of the car, turned around and looked at the girl in the back seat, and said cautiously, "Miss, here we are."

after knowing it, Butong went back to his mind and said, "Oh... Home?"

Qian Jin, "HMM."

Butong sat up straight, raised his hand to wipe the tears on his face, took a deep breath, and tried to raise a smile.

"Miss, the old chief is not at home, you can not use this..." Qian Jin reminded painfully.

there is an agreement between Bu Tong and the head of Bu Lao. No matter...