Leng Qing finished speaking and strode towards the door.
Mo Nanjue didn't say more either. The two took the elevator downstairs, and just as Leng Qing was stepping out of the elevator, Mo Nanjue brushed past his shoulder and threw out a light sentence, "I know who you are."
After the man spoke, he walked straight ahead. Leng Qing's back stiffened upon hearing the words. He stared at Mo Nanjue's back and swallowed hard.
He instinctively shut his mouth tight. In front of Mo Nanjue, he must never speak too much; just one sentence can get you into trouble.
Mo Nanjue's car was parked downstairs. Luo Xiao stood at the community gate, pointing to the black car beside him, "Take my car."
Mo Nanjue glanced at it, "I find it dirty."
Luo Xiao: "..."
"Take my car," Mo Nanjue tossed the key to Leng Qing, "If you drive your car on the road, someone might crash into you not knowing if it's a human or a ghost."
Leng Qing stifled a laugh and walked over to the Bugatti Veyron.
