C291 What He Wanted Was This Fan

When Su Hao left Murong Huang's ancient fortress, Murong Huang had specially instructed his bodyguards to send Su Hao to the designated location, then to return on foot, leaving that Rolls Lass with Su Hao.

Looking at the silver-white Rolls Royce, he seemed like a white whale cutting through the sea as he flew far away. The steward, who had not spoken a word just now