Soon, there was a roar and they rushed out of the company.

"Damn, I'll die if I don't show off."

Xiao Chen glanced at Ferrari and curled his lips.

"What?"

Tong Yan asked, sitting in the passenger seat.

"It's nothing. The grandson of Vulcan didn't do anything to you, right?"

Xiao Chen turned his head and looked at Tong Yan.

"What about me? No."

"Oh, that's fine."

Xiao Chen nodded and speeded up the car.

"Does this idiot know the way? He just ran around blindly."

"..."

When Xiao Chen slowly drove out of the company, he saw a Ferrari parked on the side of the road.

Vulcan poked his head out from inside: "Xiao, where is the appointment?"

"I won't tell you, just follow me slowly."

Xiao Chen said something and raised the car window.

"..."

Vulcan looked depressed, what a bastard.

I don’t know if Xiao Chen did it on purpose or not. He ran very slowly along the way, probably only more than forty years old.

Poor Vulcan, driving a Ferrari, could only follow behind, feeling as depressed as possible.
Chapter completed!