C91 The Difference Between Rich and Poor

Youran dragged her tired body along the road. She really couldn't walk anymore, but she never thought that Linghu Minglang was such a man who had both physical strength and background.

"Alright. Uncle, can we take a taxi back? Don't tell me you really want to walk back?" Youran weakly shouted from behind.

Youran bitterly dressed herself and the hatred under her feet made people speechless