Half an hour later.
The silver high-profile Maybach stopped by the city center beach.
The tourism industry in A City has been booming in recent years, mainly because of the rare urban lake that regulates the temperature of the entire city.
Xing Chen parked the car by the lake, got out by himself, lit a cigarette, and leaned against the car door, silently contemplating.
Even he found what he had just done to be somewhat beyond imagination.
Popping those balloons with such a childish act, was that really something he did?
Even Xing Chen himself found it unbelievable.
There was an inexplicable restlessness in his heart, not knowing how to calm it, he could only depressively smoke.
He usually rarely touched this stuff.
Ran Xiangsi sat alone in the car, glancing at Xing Chen, who was leaning against the car door puffing out smoke, her eyebrows raised high.
