After delivering food for three years, Chen Fan just wanted to keep a low profile and save money.
At the class reunion, the rich second generation hugged his ex-girlfriend and taunted him wildly: "A rider who earns three thousand a month is worthy of coming to the party?"
Chen Fan said nothing and lowered his head to pay the order.
It wasn't until the other party smashed the dining table with his fist that he stretched out a finger and tapped it lightly.
There was a fingerprint half a centimeter deep on the tabletop.
The whole place was dead silent.
The president of Jiangcheng Martial Arts Association knelt down on the spot: "Senior!"
Chen Fan put away his mobile phone and got on the electric scooter: "Don't block the road, I still have forty-eight orders to deliver."
Later, the Qin family in the capital and the Kunlun family in the hidden world came to visit one after another.
Chen Fan stuffed the doll into his pocket and glanced at the little girl behind him:
"You guys come together. I'm in a hurry."
