ms to have calculated where the other party would attack and prepared various pieces of evidence in advance, all of which are now coming in handy.This is Jiang Shaotians's household registration infor..."What do you need a car for Aren't you going to pick up girls"

Although Ye Bufan said so, he directly threw the car keys over.

In the grand scheme of a relationship between two people, a car is insignificant.

"Who are you trying to flirt with Is someone trying to steal my girlfriend"

Han Shuai explained the whole situation. It turned out that a rich second-generation had taken a fancy to Shi Yuting these days and often drove his over one million yuan Ferrari to the hotel entrance to show off.

Although Shi Yuting ignored the man completely, Han Shuai felt annoyed and wanted to borrow a good car from Ye Bufan to give that guy a taste of his own medicine.

Finally, he said: "Xiao Fan, I'll use this car for a few days and return it to you."

Ye Bufan said: "What's about one or two days, if you like it, just keep it open."

"Well, I'll be going now."

Han Shuai, speaking, jumped into the Porsche and drove away with a roar of the engine.

"Oh..."

Ye Bufan originally wanted him to send himself off, but it was too late.

"He really runs fast!"

He shook his head. He had originally wanted to take a taxi back, but at that moment, a bus just happened to pull up.

Before I received my inheritance, buses were the standard mode of transportation. Looking back now, it's been a while since I last rode one.

Thinking about this, he stopped hailing a cab and simply took out a coin to board the bus.

There weren't too many people on the bus, so he found a seat at the back and sat down.

The bus moved slowly forward. When it reached the next stop, after parking, a girl in a white long dress got on board.

This girl has delicate cheekbones and a particularly pretty face. She looks to be around seventeen or eighteen years old. She's wearing a long white dress, giving her a pure and innocent look. She seems like she could be a college student.

A beautiful woman got on the bus, immediately attracting the attention of countless male passengers. Everyone was staring at her, and several men were even breathing heavily.

Now there are only a few empty seats left on the bus, and one of them is right next to Ye Bufan. Looking at the girl's eyes, she should be sitting over here.

Just then, three more people came up from below. One was a lame man using a crutch, who looked to be about forty or fifty years old.

Behind him stood a man in his sixties, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a Mao suit. He looked cultured and refined, like a professor who had just retired from a university.

Behind the old man stood a young man in his thirties, with a short flat hair and a very strong and muscular physique.

The three individuals boarded the vehicle separately, each with distinct attire and demeanor. To onlookers, they appeared to be complete strangers.

But Ye Bufan immediately noticed the similarity among the three: their eyes held a faint murderous intent, and their auras were very similar, clearly from the same group.

Just as the girl in white was about to come to Ye Bufan's side, the lame man stretched out his crutch, blocking her way. At this time, a middle-aged woman sat beside Ye Bufan.

When the bus shut its doors and began to move slowly forward, all the seats were taken. There were also seven or eight passengers standing.

The girl in white, who couldn't find a seat, didn't show any dissatisfaction. After all, this was common on the bus. She reached out and grabbed a handrail above her head, standing quietly there.

Yè Bùfán said to the cripple, "Big brother, come sit over here."

The cripple smiled, revealing a naive and honest grin: "No need, little brother. I'm fine standing."

At this time, several people beside him offered the cripple a seat, but he refused them all.

"Thank you all for your concern, but my leg has a problem and I can't bend it down. It's more comfortable for me to stand."

Out of habit as a doctor, Ye Bufan used his divine sense to scan the cripple's leg, and then frowned. This guy's leg had no problem at all; he was faking it completely.

If this guy is a beggar on the street, pretending to be disabled is normal, after all, it's commonplace these days.mated the opponent's cunning.Of course, Oliver was the most hit. He wished he could tear Ye Bufan to shreds immediately, but he didn't have the ability or the courage.Feeling the scorn in the surround...