I delivered food to help my girlfriend buy a house. As a result, she got in front of a second-generation rich man and humiliated me in public: "Are you a poor guy worthy of talking about the future?"
Break up, break up, I awaken the god-level takeaway system!
Bite! Delivery completed, critical hit reward cash is 1 million!
[Ding! The praise was overwhelming and a Pagani supercar was awarded as a reward!
[Ding! Exceed the task and be rewarded with 51% of the shares of Emgrand Group!
Ex-girlfriend begs to get back together? Roll!
The rich second generation begging me for mercy? It's too late!
Today you see me as a poor guy delivering food, but tomorrow I will be the richest man in the world that you can't even reach!
