"If you don't leave now, are you planning to let Elder Zhong hit you with a broom?"
Ji Yiqing's calm words jolted Hui back to reality. He really saw Zhong Shenglin holding a broom as seven to eight security officers appeared aggressively with stun batons in their hands.
"…"
Suppressing his vulgarities, Hui hurriedly drove off.
Pei Yunge played with her phone and asked with a smile, "Uncle, can you shake off the car behind?"
"Then sweetheart, sit tight! Uncle will show you my skills!"
Hearing this, the driver put down the thermos cup happily and stepped on the accelerator, speeding out.
Caught off guard, Hui, who was behind, saw that the taxi was driving as if it was featured in a science fiction movie. It turned and disappeared!
"F*ck!?"
Hui's face was livid.
At this moment.
