Zhao Bin no longer pays attention to Hu Tao. In his opinion, the other party is a second-rate commodity. He has no brains at all. It's absolutely foolish to come to him for a face-to-face.

Not to mention what car he drove, Hu Tao should be afraid of recognizing Wu Feng that day, but he didn't expect to come over and look for something again on his own initiative.

"Wagon, do you think this car is all right?" Pine Lin rubbed his hands and smiled, respectfully.

"Good." Zhao Bin wants to say a thank you, the words are to the mouth, and swallowed back, after all, in the identity of...