C75 The Pathetic Zhang Wuji

After looking at the beauty in the garden for a while, Xiao Lang got up and patted his butt. He took out the key and put it on his index finger, then turned it around and leisurely walked to the parking lot. From afar, he saw Chung Wuji standing in front of his Mercedes-Benz, touching his bald head with a puzzled expression.

Xiao Lang pressed the key without hesitation