C94 Devil Training

Zhang Xingyun got out of the car with a constipated look. It was because of his brain cramping that he gave his seat to Wilson. Serves him right to go squeeze out the bus now!

When the man leisurely arrived at Security Room, it had already been an hour since he had started working. Everyone was doing their own things.

"Morning!" Zhang Xingyun greeted Zhao Dabao with a cigarette in his mouth