C362 Feng Miaomiao and Yan Shuiji
On the mountain road, a big truck drove in.
Xia Luo walked to the middle of the road and waved his hand to stop the truck.
"F * ck!"
"Kid, do you want to die?!"
The truck driver poked his head out and cursed.
"Are you going to the Songjiang? Give me a ride."
Xia Luo casually took out dozens of hundred-yuan notes from the chaotic space and threw them into the window
