Ji Yangyang never expected that the opponent he would meet on the racing track would be the well-behaved son described by his mother's best friend.
He seems to be quite well-behaved, but he has almost done all the things that a so-called bad boy would do.
The meeting at the racing track was like a dead tree.
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Ji Yangyang just walked towards the big black G.
But he saw the person in the dark corner, with a beautiful and showy face, frowning and leaning towards the sparks of the person next to him, lighting a long lady's cigarette in his hand.
Then he looked towards him lightly, and then put out the cigarette in his hand.
Intention: Leave the dead wood to meet the spring sun