"My precious car!"
Gao Heshuai was torn between anguish and panic.
He had bought his beloved car for one hundred and eighty thousand, so why was it covered in blood?
Could it be... that someone had crashed into it?
Gao Heshuai stepped closer to inspect it, only to realize that it wasn't blood at all, but tomato juice.
Looking at the tomatoes splattered across the car body, Gao Heshuai felt a wave of relief washing over him.
Phew, close call.
Immediately following that, Gao Heshuai grew even more furious, his eyes bulging like a bull's:
"Who threw tomatoes on my car?"
"Which bastard has zero virtue!"
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Chapter 271