C157 Not Fast Enough to Die

"What kind of wild ginseng is the runway?" How could there be?! "

A handsome boy with a shoulder bag on his back and one hand in his pocket scratched his head helplessly. Helplessness and fatigue filled his eyes.

Zhong Yu'er frowned slightly and said coldly, "Pang Yuan, do you have any objections?"

Pang Yuan smiled bitterly and sighed