chapter 80 Who let you go?

At 5:30 in the afternoon, cars were coming and going at the entrance of Tiantang Company.

Although it was almost dusk, the entire Zhong Hai was still very hot.

In the shade of a big tree thirty meters away from the company, Murray Ye sat astride a motorcycle, humming "Shanghai Beach" and eating ice cream.

Occasionally, he glanced at the time and the traffic lights.

He ate the ice cream with big mouthfuls. After one bite, a big piece of ice cream...