C161 Gangster
"You drove here?" Yang Zhenlong asked, visibly surprised.
He didn't dwell on it much, though. Nowadays, getting a car for basic transportation wasn't a big deal—just a few tens of thousands of yuan would do. Tantrum seemed like an average guy to him, so affording a car didn't seem out of the ordinary.
But his surprise turned to shock when he watched Tantrum approach a sleek black Maybach