C237 Father's will

Xiao Chen curled his lips as he held the bank card.

No matter how small the mosquito was, it was still meat. He did not mind!

But if he wanted this matter to pass just like that, this bit of sincerity was not enough.

After yawning, Xiao Chen drove his little Audi and prepared to return to Chi Ping's home.

But before the car drove out of the park, Lingling's figure jumped out