"Zhao... Director Zhao." Zhao Ming stammered.

Director Zhao's face was gloomy: "Zhao Ming, you usually drive your car well. You talk like a gossip all day long. Aren't you afraid your tongue will rot?"

If everybody else dared to say that to Zhao Ming, he would be in a hurry now. But now it's the village director, the most powerful person in the whole village, who can only smile with him.

"Uncle Zhao, I... I was just talking nonsense." Zhao Ming-chi said with a smile.

"Hum!" Director Zhao gave a cold hum and went to the back door to gaze coldly at Zeng Xiaoqian and Zhao Xiaomin.

"Shameless things, don't...