C335 There is something wrong with the brain

The private plane quietly stopped at the airport.

Li Lingye brought Bai Xianxian onto an extremely low key Wuling van.

It was even a 50-50 minivan. It was unknown how long it had been driven for.

Bai Xianxian was a little taken aback, this did not seem like Li Lingye's way of doing things.

His car, Maybach, was standard, and the others were all on par with that one