Chapter 1852 The High-Cold Learning God of Bullies and Scumbags (41)

And Xia Hanyang kicked the chair angrily.

"Can you drive, is the car crippled? Are you worthy of my car when you drive like this?"

The driver was trembling: "Little Master, this road is a bit difficult."

Xia Hanyang's face was so heavy that he could frighten the child to cry.

"It's hard to walk? How hard is it to walk? Is it difficult to walk past you and get on the cart?"

The driver said immediately: "I'll speed up now."

Xia Hanyang said it was true to let him go down and push the cart.

Xia Hanyang rubbed the thousand paper cranes in his hand and tried to tear it apart several times, but he was not willing.

But looking at it, I felt chest tightness, like being suffocated with cement, so stuffy I wanted to jump, beat people, and smash things.

This is the first time someone has been tricked.

It's him who grabs people,

Xia Hanyang looked out the window with gloomy eyes, thinking that he would not be able to find you after school?

He went directly to the school to retrieve the admission file.

Know your home address.

But Bai Weiwei's enrollment file is too simple, she doesn't even have a mobile phone number.

But I really didn't see the clown girl holding the phone.

But not even a home phone.

Impossible, she must have deliberately not written.

Afraid that he would call her?

Xia Hanyang snorted coldly, she must not have thought that he would kill him directly.

Thinking of this, Xia Hanyang severely kicked the driver's chair.

"Hurry up."

Driver: "Okay, okay."

In this alley, the driver is about to cry.

Because the car was scratched.

More importantly, for fear of killing someone.

It was not easy to get to the downstairs of the address.

Xia Hanyang only realized it later, and he looked at the scenery outside the window.

Dilapidated street lights flickering, muddy roads, and old buildings that look like they were last century.

Look at the place that looks like a dangerous building.

Xia Hanyang's face sank, and his voice was so cold that his scalp tingled.

"What the hell is this place?"

Bai Weiwei wouldn't just fill in an address to fool people.

Is this where people live?

The driver wiped the sweat he was afraid of and said, "Little boy, this place is dirty, why don't we go."

Xia Hanyang stared at the dangerous building and at the few electric lights.

Not many people live there, but some people live there.

Harley Quinn lives on the fifth floor?

Suddenly he saw a stumbled drunk walking into the building.

The smell of alcohol made Xia Hanyang frown with disgust.

He also drinks, but he can't be so disgusting when he drinks.

Who are these people living here?

Xia Hanyang didn't quite believe that Bai Weiwei lived here.

But his feet couldn't help but move forward.

Expensive hand-made custom shoes, walking on muddy roads, are all dirty to look at.

Xia Hanyang didn't care.

The driver was afraid of his accident and immediately followed.

The housekeeper, driver and bodyguard who could follow Xia Hanyang were specially selected.

Skills are very good.

After all, what Xia Hanyang did was too annoying, and Mr. Xia worried every day when his grandson would be beaten with a cloth bag.

Therefore, the people around Xia Hanyang are all good at fisting and kicking.

It was to prevent Xia Hanyang from being beaten to death by counterattacks when he bullied men and women.

The old man in the family was also heartbroken for his unfilial sons and grandsons.

Seeing the dangerous building without an elevator, Xia Hanyang finally gritted his teeth and said, "What the hell is this place, how can there be such a poor place."

The driver behind him smiled bitterly, "Little son, there are quite a few places like this, and the rent is also the cheapest, but it's also very dangerous. It's a slum area in the city."

Of course, the normal title cannot be ghetto.

This is what the locals call it.