"Xiaomeng, what a coincidence. You drove by here too?" Song is waving the golf club in July.

Xiaomeng, the driver, was frightened, and Qi Jane was staring and tongue-tied at the moment.

In the back seat, the windows did not fall.

"Mo Zong, Madam Shao..." He Sangsang spoke hurriedly. She tried to explain the scene at the moment, but it was incredible. "Young lady, she... Next to her, she said hello with a golf club?

Mo Zhengyan heard Ho Sang-sang's words, but he did not move.

It's just his gaze, but he looks sideways at her.

She drives her own car, a parking space away, in the next lane. Separated...