C145 God of Fortune

The car drove slowly along the dirt road in the wilderness.

Through the rearview mirror, he could see Old Cheng running and running in hot pursuit.

"Bro, don't go. Is eighty thousand yuan okay?"

"Stop, I can't catch up. Fifty thousand! "

"Twenty thousand, one less. I'd rather not take that money from you."

Cheng Yuliang's weak body really did not have much energy