Injured right hand (1)

&Quot; I'm asking how you know Fu jianchen? " Xu Youyou did not want to listen to his broken Chinese, so she added, " speak in English. &Quot;

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The sun was setting, and the warm orange light enveloped the city of romance. Countless white pigeons were circling above the city.

The car was parked in the wilderness. It was not as desolate and quiet as he had imagined. Instead, there were many people gathered there, men and women of all kinds.

The old oil tanks were painted with unique graffiti, and different luxury cars and sports cars were parked around them.

Xu Youyou struggled to find a familiar figure in the crowd. After squeezing through the crowd with great difficulty, she saw Fu jianchen wearing a white t-shirt and gloves. He was holding a silver wrench and lying in front of the car ...