"Mengting, stop laughing. Last time I came back, my car was towed by the traffic police." Speaking of that incident, Chen Tianlong felt quite embarrassed.
"Haha, really? That's hilarious." Wu Mengting couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"Sweat, you have to get used to it. This is a remote area. The villagers heard BMW and thought it was a shady car, so they called the police to tow it away." Chen Tianlong laughed bitterly!
"What are you saying? It's not much better where we are." Wu Mengting realized Chen Tianlong misunderstood, so she quickly explained.
Chen Tianlong smiled, holding Wu Mengting's hand. The two of them, each carrying gifts, walked towards the village.
Soon, Chen Tianlong arrived at Old Chen's house. Chen Tian was inside, cooking lunch, when he suddenly heard footsteps outside. He calmly walked out to take a look, and his brows furrowed at once.
