Is it verbose? Maybe it’s the man’s genetic inheritance, right? Chu Zihang let her finish, then jumped back to the sofa and curled up, arranging his hair with both hands.

"Just remember." Chu Zihang said calmly, turned around and walked out.

After a few years, he probably understood why that man was always thinking about the small matter of "drinking milk". It was probably because he knew that what he had lost would never come back, so he didn't dare to ask for it. He just wanted to do something to express his past.

Those are not illusions, are you still connected to the past?

It is a long, dense thread leading to past memories. It seems that as long as it continues, there will be no despair, and one can still not give up.

Chu Zihang gently closed the door behind him to separate himself from the hustle and bustle of women. "Dad, I would like to borrow your car for our class reunion tonight." Chu Zihang walked across the garden and dialed the phone.

"Go and drive that new Panamera. If your classmates have driver's licenses, let them drive it for fun. The key is in the shoe cabinet. Come back early in the evening." The same tone of a good man remains unchanged. He is slightly proud of his success and wealth.

, unchanging politeness, unchanging, enviable "dad".

"I know." Chu Zihang glanced at the car key with the Porsche logo in his hand and hung up the phone. Next to the S500 in the garage, a new car lay quietly, with a low body and slender streamlines.

, the front and rear lights flashed at the same time, the door lock was unlocked, Chu Zihang threw the tennis bag into the trunk and got into the car. The memory seat had been adjusted for him, and he only needed to press the button to find the most suitable driving position.

With full fuel and just past the running-in period, you can drive to the top speed.

Facing the makeup mirror behind the sun visor, Chu Zihang took off his black contact lenses, closed his eyes and concentrated for a moment, then opened his eyes, his golden pupils were bright.

"Start!" he whispered, putting on a pair of black sunglasses.

The rolling shutter door of the garage slowly lifted, the 4.8-liter V8 engine roared powerfully, and the gears of the 7-speed PDK dual clutch meshed tightly, sending the driving force evenly to all four wheels. Chu Zihang stepped on the brakes, and the wide tires were like wild beasts.

It digs the ground with its curled claws before striking out.
Chapter completed!