"Damn, you dare hit my car!"

A curse came from the car ahead. Zhao Bin listened to Shi Lei's voice, with a trace of pride on his face.

Driving a GTR God of War of a little devil, I thought it was really a victory. After Zhao Bin got his driver's license in that year, he applied for a delivery job, and the pickup trucks all drove smoothly, let alone this kind of good car.

Just now, although I hit the rear of the GTR car, there will never be any scratches. This is Zhao Bin's technology.

"Are you real?" Xia Ling fastened her seat belt and looked at Zhao...