Before Chen Yuan could speak, a car stopped at the door of the villa.

The old Santana, the angular kind.

There is a joke that the trunk of the white Jetta Black Poussin is full of guns.

This kind of model is rare in this era, Wan Zhiliang looked back and saw this car, and just wanted to scold a few words for driving this kind of car, but when the people in the car came down, Wan Zhiliang's face turned white.

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