Eventually, the face of Zeng Xiaoqian changed to look like a chicken bone stuck in his throat. He stared at Bao Qing and did not speak.

Bao Qing urged him twice again, when he slowly pulled out his cell phone from his pocket.

Xu Ying grabbed Zeng Xiaoqian's wrist and whispered in his ear, "Don't pull it out. It's OK if you don't pull it out."

Bao Qing said coldly, "What is Xiaoxu doing? Don't you want another performance from our car company?"

Zeng Xiaoqian opened his mobile phone with trembling hands, slowly opened the text message record, found the latest bank card transaction notice and handed it to Bao...