Yang Sen drove his own "Poseidon" sports car, opened the passenger door, and Qin Keqing bent down and got into the car.
Yang Sen returned to the driver's seat and drove away from Red Dream.
The highway from Sea City to Huacheng.
Yang Sen opened the sunroof above his head and slammed the gas pedal, the car roaring down the highway with a powerful thrust.
Beside him, Qin Keqing unbuckled her seatbelt and stood up from the passenger seat, letting the wind blow her hair wildly, taking off her coat and holding it in her hand and shouting with abandon.
Yang Sen adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, turned to look at the carefree Qin Keqing, and curled his lips into a smile.
Claiming to perform but not sell oneself.
It's just a matter of the stakes not being high enough.
Women dancing for money in nightclubs wouldn't dislike money, it's just that the cards aren't enough, or the status isn't high enough.
He understood these high-minded women too well.
