C163 A Blind Man

Hee Feng was a little angry. He hated this kind of guy who wasted his precious time because of a small amount of money. Did he lack this 15,000 yuan?

Was there a need for him to stand up for him? If he kept arguing like this, how much time would he waste?

Just as he was about to take out 20,000 yuan from his bag and hand it over to the driver, his eyes instantly froze on the driver's hand