The two ignored each other as they waited in the car for 15 minutes. Then, a white LaCrosse came driving from the opposite side of the road. It parked sneakily at the side of the road. The driver looked out from that car. Was that Zuo Qiu?
Yan Beicheng was speechless.
Was he afraid that Cheng Ziming could not see him?
From afar, he saw Zuo Qiu took out his phone, and Yan Beicheng's phone rang right away.
Yan Beicheng picked up the call without saying anything. He could not be bothered with a reply.
He heard Zuo Qiu say, "Master Yan, I'm here!"
Yan Beicheng's mouth twitched. "I can see you. Do you see the BMW X1 behind me? That's the car Cheng Ziming is driving."
Zuo Qiu was very familiar with who Cheng Ziming was thanks to Yan Beicheng.
"I see it!" Zuo Qiu quickly replied.
"Good. Crash it. If you can destroy his car, I'll buy you a new car. You can choose any model you want," Yan Beicheng said casually.
