Damn it!

Lu Zhiran almost vomited an old mouthful of blood.

It's cold, it's really cold now.

After hanging up Wang Dafa's phone call, Lu Zhiran had not recovered yet, Su Miaoer bombed him as soon as he called.

"Hey, who is surnamed Lu, where are you now?"

On the other end, Su Miaoer asked sternly.

"I...I'm having a meal on the snack street."

"Oh? Is it? Eat with that young lady?"

"What the hell."

Lu Zhiran took a long breath. Su Miaoer must have thought too much after listening to Wang Dafa's words.

"I'm alone."

"Haha, tell me where you are on the snack street, now right now! If I go over and find you lie later, you can die!"

"I……"

Lu Zhiran was stunned.

What kind of magical operation is this?
Chapter completed!