C1035 Shang Fangbao Sword

1035 Shang Fangjian

Early morning of the third day, before Lee Fann even went downstairs, he heard Zhao Yingjun shouting.

"Holy shit, there's a Bentley downstairs. Whose is it?"

Wang Yang and the direction he was heading down also looked down, and Wang Yang sighed with emotion.

"Black Bentley, how luxurious! In the future when my divination becomes famous