"Fuck you, you big ye, get rid of your words, you strong grandpa. I was …!"
Jiang Han-gen didn’t have time to listen to him. He pulled this animal hand and went out the door. It’s time to get a driver’s license. In Xiaoqiang’s car, Jiang Han was sure to think. "Fuck this broken Santana. It’s not good at all. The rent is so fucking expensive. Why don’t you grab it!"…