章 470: He Put His Hand On My Leg and Said That We May Be Of The Same Kind

In Cheng Yiran's view, the shareholders of Fei Yun Entertainment definitely owned a large amount of wealth.

Then, this Mr. Zhong should be living in a magnificent place like a palace or at least a special-designed mansion.

But the fact was, this place was even more simple than he thought.

But the commons could still not afford it.

At the doorway, Cheng Yun stopped, and looked at Cheng Yiran curiously---Cheng Yun had driven the car and took Cheng Yiran here.

Cheng Yun asked, "Oh, put your guitar into the car. It looks weird to carry it about."

Of course, it was not very odd since such some musicians held their instruments all day. And so did some calligraphers in the capital city.

"I can carry it." Cheng Yiran tried to make himself look natural, "I am not used to putting it down."

"Fine." Cheng Yun didn't say any more.

Zhong Luochen cherished him, so Cheng Yun didn't plan to make cause problems.