Zhou Xiaotong suddenly slammed on the brakes.
A fierce screeching of tires erupted, and the Land Rover came to a stop beside the elegant beauty.
He pushed open the door, leaped out, walked over to the elegant beauty, and greeted her, "Hello, beauty. My name is Zhou Xiaotong, the son of the richest man in the county. In this city, no one dares to dispute when I say I'm the top rich second generation."
"What's your name?"
As he spoke, he even reached out to pinch the elegant beauty's chin.
The elegant beauty quickly dodged, very agile.
Anger flickered in her phoenix eyes, but she remained silent.
Clearly, she did not want to argue with this so-called rich second generation.
Zhou Xiaotong laughed heartily, "Yo, this elegant beauty has quite the character, but I like it. I, Zhou Xiaotong, have seen too many obedient girls who stick to me, but I haven't met one who doesn't take me seriously."
