C1288 Crash Everywhere(1)
It was already past nine o'clock in the morning in Glass City in early summer, and the bus was obviously less crowded. Chen Luoqi tidied up his hair, which had just been washed with cold water in the morning, and tried to look more imposing.
After all, if he wanted to sell the high-tech products of Wasteland World, the more confident he was, the better he would be able to bid a high price
