"Let go of me!"
Zhang Huoming shoved Feng Lin's arm away, frustrated that the plan he had painstakingly devised had been foiled by this youngster.
It would be harder to entrap Zhao Qingqing next time.
But…
Zhang Huoming stole a glance at Feng Lin, thinking that this brainless lad should be easier to con.
As long as he trapped him, Zhao Qingqing would have to comply.
"Heh, brother, let me take care of the towing."
Zhang Huoming chuckled again as he wrapped his arm around Feng Lin's shoulder, "It's my fault this time for not parking on the side; I'll treat you to a meal next time."
"Sure."
Feng Lin nodded in agreement.
In the end, the tow truck took away both vehicles.
In front of Zhang Huoming appeared a Mercedes, and he opened the passenger door.
Before leaving, he didn't forget to wave to Feng Lin.
Zhao Caiyun and Sun Tianyong also habitually headed to the back seat of the car.
Zhang Huoming said sternly, "Are you insane? Why are you getting in my car?"
"Oh, right!"