"Key!"

Su Xiaoxiao, who has been sitting in the driver's seat, reaches out a small hand from the glass of the window, and his face is not emotional.

Gao Lei looks at Su Xiaoxiao, which seems to be very hard. The next second, he holds the key in his hand and lands it firmly in Su Xiaoxiao's palm. "It's better not to worry about it."

Gao Lei's tone is very common. It's like what you ate at noon today. This attitude is almost an unbridled threat in Su Xiaoxiao's extremely sensitive eyes at the moment.

Su Xiaoxiao raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, "thank you for reminding...