C362 Feng Miaomiao and Yan Shuiji

On the mountain road, a big truck drove in.

Xia Luo walked to the middle of the road and waved his hand to stop the truck.

"F * ck!"

"Kid, do you want to die?!"

The truck driver poked his head out and cursed.

"Are you going to the Songjiang? Give me a ride."

Xia Luo casually took out dozens of hundred-yuan notes from the chaotic space and threw them into the window