After work, Qixuan, a small white-collar, humming and singing, walked out of the door of the bank with ease, and was suddenly given a delicate look by the old car that Lin Feng drove in, suspected of being produced in the last century.

Comrade Lin Feng's second-hand BMW is a luxury car of aristocratic descent, though its shape is old and its interior is old. And the shape of this car is awful, and the interior is even more disgusting. How does she feel that the price is down?

Qi Xuan began to sincerely regret his decision to take Lin Feng to dinner tonight.

It doesn't matter how humiliating Lin...