Seven hundred and twenty-three. Two words! Robbery!

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"Let's hit the road.

If I really get off the highway and get hit by a car and die, then it must be my fate to die," said Gu Chen, even able to joke around at this time.

The woman heard this and thought Gu Chen was quite interesting.

Then Gu Chen got into his car.

The car the young girl was driving was fairly ordinary, an old model white Mercedes-Benz.

Usually, older men drove this kind of car; he hadn't expected this young girl to be driving one.

"I still don't know your full name," he said to Gu Chen.

"Anyway, it's just two hours. After two hours, whether I'm dead or alive, you won't know, so what do you need my name for? Are you going to burn paper for me every Qingming Festival?" Gu Chen said very casually.

After hearing this, he laughed again.

It seemed like Gu Chen's sense of humor had amused him.

At this time, he seemed to be quite interested in Gu Chen.

"My last name is Hao, and my name is Hao Meili," he suddenly introduced himself to Gu Chen.