Just as Mo Chengyu was about to speak, he heard a series of busy tones "Du du...".
Fu Tingyu had already hung up.
His gaze was fixed on the roadside. The pure black Bentley slowly drove away without any hint of reluctance.
"..." Was this done by one of their brothers?
Mo Chengyu glanced down at the flyer in his hand, and then looked at Yang Yuan. She was tall and lean, dressed in a hoodie and with her hair tied into a high ponytail. She was no different from the usual people who handed out flyers on the streets. The only dissimilar point was that she had outstanding looks and her personality seemed a little spontaneous.
He retracted his gaze and saw that there were people continuously coming over and taking the initiative to get his flyers. It was all a little chaotic...
