In the middle of the night, someone knocked on the door. When I opened it, I found Leon, looking completely worn out.
At that moment, I was already suffering from back pain due to Jordan's actions, and seeing him made me even more displeased.
"Why are you at my house in the middle of the night? I'm not a junk collector." I made a move to close the door, but Leon, panting heavily, blocked it.
"I'm about to run out of power. Can I use one of the old charging stations I left here? You wouldn't be that heartless, would you?"
Each one costs forty-four thousand dollars, and each can only charge for a month. I used to give him the best ones.
But now, things have changed.
I pointed to the trash can across the street. "Sorry, I smashed them all and threw them away. Your model isn't compatible
