After parting ways with Zhuang, Lin Xian asked Allen to arrange a private car for himself.
Blue Sea Arena
The customers at this point find it very convenient, allowing them to enjoy service anytime, anywhere.
If other residents want to use a private car, they need to book in advance, whereas Lin Xian merely needs to tell them.
Even at three or four in the morning, there would be a car ready to serve him.
A half-hour later, a black Bentley pulled up at the entrance of the Blue Sea Stadium.
"Don't go in, return!"
After telling the driver, Lin Xian pushed open the door and got out of the car.
At the entrance, a Lamborghini bull had been waiting there.
Mu Wanqing was leaning against the car, basking in the afternoon sun with her long, straight legs,
leaving no doubt.
Seeing Lin Xian arrive, she smiled and said, "Brother, you're late!"
"Sorry, something came up!" Lin slightly apologized.
I just want to quietly be a hero.
