Sometimes, it's good to be energetic, Yingluo

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On Monday, in a 4S shop, Jiang Meimei's father, Jiang Jingtian, had just hung up a mysterious phone call.

Outside the door, the manager came in to report something.

The word 'boss' was still stuck in his throat when he saw Jiang Jingtian gesturing for him to keep quiet.

Jiang Jingtian supported himself with the desk and slowly sat down in the boss's chair.

However, before he could sit down, his phone beeped. It was a text message.

There was an extra one million Yuan in his bank card.

He sat down on the chair, and his eyes slowly fell on the top luxury car parked outside.

Who on earth was the owner of this car?

The man's voice on the phone didn't sound like Mr. Lu.

The man had asked him to keep all the information about the car a secret, including who had sent it.

To be honest, other than Mr. Lu, who had come to deliver the car, Jiang Jingtian knew nothing else.