Liancheng Yazhi drove like a madman and rushed forward. Secretary Zhou was tightly pressed against the back of the car, so nervous that he did not even dare to breathe.
Young master ya was not driving a car, but a life!
However, one minute passed, two minutes passed, and the car that sped past was still too far away from Rong Yan's car.
It took a long time to drive from the city to the toll station. Before he could catch up, Rong Yan had already run away.
liancheng yazhi slammed the steering wheel hard. " no, i can't drive. ran ran is driving too slowly. call a helicopter for me immediately. hurry up and run. "
secretary zhou resisted the urge to vomit and picked up his phone while trembling. " hello, let ran ran prepare the helicopter. hurry up. our ran ran will be at the toll station soon. you guys wait there for ran ran. you guys inform master ran that they should be close to the toll station. "
