C1523 An Old Man Named Lu Chengchuan

The man leaned back in his car, his long legs crossed, his bony hand resting on his temple, his other hand playing with the decorative string of his tunic.

If there was any embarrassment on his face, he would not be able to utter a word for a long time.

Inside, he was screaming 'Oh no!'

How could she be this careless and speak her mind?

And it was in front of Lu Chuan