"Sorry, I scratched your car today." Zhao Bin stopped at the gate of Xialing District and looked at Xialing and apologized.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of. I'm responsible for what I said. It's not a trivial matter. If you really feel upstairs, you might as well go upstairs and accompany me."

Xia Ling looked at Zhao Bin and licked her lips with the tip of her tongue. Her foxy eyes were full of temptation.

Looking at the prey in front of him, Zhao Bin would like to say yes. After all, he will never lose money in this matter. If he cooks mature rice with recycled rice, he can...