Due to a very bad mood, Zhifei sat in his Rolls Royce and did not get out of the car for a long time.

Even though Sara’s rehearsal singing soon hit his eardrums coming from the stadium, he still sat motionless in the car. At this time, he was extremely unhappy.

The reason that made him unhappy was that on the one hand, Sara’s deliberate avoidance of him, on the other hand, it was the unknown BMW driver.

And he didn’t understand why Sara would condescend to take a cheap BMW to the stadium.

all, a brand like BMW, in the second-generation circle of Eastlciff, is simply rubbish that

customized version of Rolls-Royce is basically the standard for

is not even worth mentioning in front of

than ten or twenty minutes have passed, and his subordinates have not returned

to dial the number, he

and yelled: “I let you fcuking check a license plate, where

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