Sit on the passenger side of the top supercar.
Ye Qing's hair is so beautiful that the whole person is still a little confused.
Xu Wen looks sideways at Ye Qing and stops the car.
"Wait, I'll go shopping."
With that, Xu Wen got off the bus first.
On the afternoon of the autumn in the Devil City, Ye Qing sat in the front passenger seat alone, and had not yet adapted to be a supercar.
Outside McLaren P1, passers-by constantly cast their eyes into it.
Different eyes, but mostly envy.
This is the first time to enjoy such attention ceremony.
Ye Qing is not used to it. ...