C802 We Don't Get to Know Each Other If We Don't Fight

In the evening, at the intersection of Hanzhong Street.

Wang Fann was smoking in the Mercedes-Benz MPV. He looked at Wang Yang, who was sitting in the passenger seat, and asked with a sneer, "You said you owe the ponytail two hundred thousand?"

"Yes. Oh, no. " Wang Yang first nodded, then shook his head vigorously.

"Is it or not?" Wang Fann asked again