C419 Wild millet team

When the car stopped, Han Taizheng immediately opened the door as if he had gone mad, and jumped off the car. As a result, the moment he stepped out of the car, he fell to the side of the road in an incomparably sorry state.

The vomit was like a thunderclap.

"I-I got it! This is a racing car!" Han Taizheng looked at Lu Zheng in pain, then looked back at the afro-head