The owner of that voice sounded incredibly impatient, continually blasting the horn like mad, startling Xu Xiaoting and others who had just gotten out of the car.
It was as if the person was in a rush to reincarnate, at such a close distance, the horn was naturally loud.
"Who is this guy?"
Someone from the village committee couldn't help but speak up, looking back over their shoulder.
They saw the window of the Mercedes' driver's seat being rolled down, revealing a young face inside.
The driver was a young man, probably just over twenty, a year or two older than Chen Xiaolong.
At this moment, his face was full of disdain as he kept pressing on the horn.
"Hey, did you guys not hear me? Move your crappy Xiali to the side now, you're blocking my way and delaying my important business, can you bumpkins afford the responsibility?"
The man became even more arrogant, barking orders and shouting, showing no regard for Chen Xiaolong and his group.
