"Is this your car?" Zhao Bin asked with some uncertainty.

"Well, otherwise?" Wang Wanting looked at Zhao Bin's astonished expression, but she was still very proud of it. When she thought that she despised the business of anchorman on the other side's plane, she felt a little relieved.

"Cough, we're not going there. We may not be on our way." Zhao Bin naturally thought that he had looked down upon the industry of anchor on the plane, but now he was instantly blushed, and some embarrassed politely refused the invitation of the other party.

"Where are you going?" Wang Wanting looked at Zhao Bin. Of course, she knew why Zhao...