Chapter 93 Who Can Save Me?

I said congratulation to Hazel, but she frowned and said indifferently. "Good luck."

I almost laughed out as I heard this. I was a homeless dog again, and all luck waiting for me was death.

Luck? I would never meet luck.

I passed by Hazel, and strode forward. As I left Splendid Club, I saw Kent standing beside his car, smoking, and looking up at the sky, with depression.

I went to him, and managed a smile. "Kent, can you send me home?"

Kent put out the cigarette...