"Catch shrimp house, love my fake death pen hard pen tip, call grandpa the age, we eat well in prison, good friend, take your mom flying, beat the kid and kick his butt..."
At eight in the morning, Su Qing set off from home with Huang, and after having his face smeared with meat buns twice, he refueled the dog with 92 gasoline, and the bike 86 once again became Jiang City's top thirteen kid.
This time, in order to prevent Huang from getting dog-tired again, he put in a lot of effort too. But even so, when they arrived at the office building, Huang was still panting heavily with his tongue out.
"Hmm, not bad today, arrived fifteen minutes earlier than yesterday, keep it up tomorrow," Su Qing looked at the time on his phone, finding it was only 8:45, quite a quick pace.
