Even on the road, Tang Xiaobao saw reporters from the TV station preparing for a live broadcast.

"It's almost done, let's go home." Tang Xiaobao felt bored.

You can only look at it, but you can't open it.

This was similar to the feeling he had in the hut before. He could only touch it but not touch it. He felt uncomfortable holding it back.

Shen Mengyao said oh, slowed down and headed towards the next intersection.

But just after passing the intersection, a roadblock appeared in front of us. Several police cars blocked the entire street, and the ground was covered with nails.

It's no longer possible to break in forcefully.

It was possible to turn around, but Shen Mengyao was not prepared to do that.

After a beautiful swerve, the car stopped in front of the roadblock.

His graceful posture made a group of traffic policemen admire him in their hearts.

This technology is really not guaranteed.

As soon as the car stopped, a group of traffic policemen swarmed over and someone knocked on the window.

Wen Bing is a traffic policeman and the leader of this group. He finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Chapter completed!