C320 An Old Daoist Who Wants to Listen to Stories

"Kacha!" Lightning streaked across the gloomy sky, giving people an endless amount of pressure.

Boss Bu Zhuang cursed in his heart: "What kind of weather is this!? Just now, the sun was shining brightly, but in the blink of an eye, it became like this! How can we do business like this?! "

The boss looked at the empty street with a frown on his face.

After lunch