ords to the driver, and kept glancing at Chen Ping. The driver nodded and drove away!After more than twenty minutes, the driver came back, carrying a gift box in his hand. He gave it to Ling Feng and...ht a bunch of junk, what's there to be proud of..."At this time, Chen Ping let out a cold snort!"Chen Ping, I think you're just saying grapes are sour because you can't reach them. Didn't you also bid...
Chapter 145: The Fake Table