"Ah, Xiao Zong, he's looking for me?" Li Wenlong pointed to his nose in disbelief. He was only a small driver. He was the vice president of the Yangjiang Headquarters. This was not the same heavyweight player at all.

"Xiao Zong" came to Xiao Yuanshan and Li Wenlong shouted respectfully.

"Hmm" Xiao Yuanshan just snorted briefly, but Li Wenlong felt that he was surrounded by an invisible spirit of Wang Bazhi.

Well, after that, Xiao Yuanshan did not say anything, but watched the faint float on the water with his eyes blinking.

Seeing Xiao Yuanshan didn't say anything, nor did Li Wenlong know what to do. He just stood there...