When Chen Mo was almost at Lu Fang, he suddenly remembered something.
"Why am I wearing a suit but no leather shoes?"
[Please...come on! Didn't you take a good look at your shoe cabinet?]
"How the hell was I supposed to know that you keep the clothes and shoes separately?"
Chen Mo was really speechless, feeling this food truck was getting more and more disobedient. Tonight, he'd let all the air out of its tires!
A black suit with white sneakers—what kind of look is that, Jingzhou's Fan Debiao?
But he had already come this far, and going back would waste another twenty minutes. Standing at the end of the cobblestone street, Chen Mo poked his head out and took a look.
"It seems that Lu Fang's people were busy till late last night; they're probably not at work yet."
Without a word, he took off running!
A hundred-meter dash, stepping into the food truck and closing the door behind him, "Activate the anti-theft system. Anyone who tries to open the truck door gets a shock."
