The motorcycle and pickup truck silently followed behind the group, except the motorcycle roared loudly, and the old pickup truck sounded like it could fall apart at any moment—how could they possibly be silent!
Si Wuxie couldn't help but laugh and cry.
The clueless with him still couldn't understand why Zhang Daguang's attitude had changed so much.
"Wuxie, weren't those people asking for three million? Why did they agree to release them so readily? Or did they make even more outrageous demands?" she asked uneasily.
Maybe too many unpleasant things had happened lately, so when something happened, she tended to think negatively.
