C125 The Competition of the Car

After reporting to Lin Chuyu, Qin Shaojie turned around and smiled at Ma Chao.

"Alright, let's wait for my brother to drive back."

The middle-aged man saw that Qin Shaojie was only one person left, and his memory became confused.

He had forgotten that Qin Shaojie had almost broken his wrist. He looked at Qin Shaojie. Now he was alone. He rubbed his fists and rubbed his palms