Down to the parking lot, Li Wenlong quickly found Zhao Haixia's fiery red Malay, looked at the car next to it, and sure enough, a silver business car stopped. At this moment, the copilot's window slightly leaked a crack, and smoke burst out in it, presumably the buddies inside could not help but smoke addiction.

Seeing this, Li Wenlong made up his mind, took out his cigarette box in his trousers pocket, walked slowly to the front of the business car and looked at the co-driver's window.

"What's the matter?" The man dropped the car glass a little and looked at Li Wenlong vigilantly.

"Brother, borrow a fire, the lighter...