C595 Flowers and Bushes with Small Sacred Hand

At seven o'clock sharp, a silver two-car car slowly stopped in front of the bar.

The car window slowly rolled down. The woman sitting inside waved at Lee Nanfang, who was looking at the stars on the roadside.

It was not a disaster, it was a disaster that couldn't be avoided.

Lee Nanfang silently recited the "True Sutra" in his heart. Then, he gritted his teeth