He handed over the documents.
"Oh!"
She agreed. She was born to do odd jobs.
"Hey, wait a minute."
"What?"
"I heard that you were heartbroken?"
Wen Zhuo gossiped from the side.
"How did you know?"
Bei Qingqing glared at him.
"To congratulate you on your breakup, I'll treat you to dinner tonight... I'll take it as a thank you for lending me a share previously…"
Previously, Wen Zhuo ran a red light and his driving license score was not bad. In the end, he took Bei Qingqing's points to deduct.
