I just took another look at Huang Mao, who was driving a luxury car next to me, when I was waiting at the red light. Unexpectedly, he forced me to stop and called me a poor guy who drove a broken car. I clearly saw the license plate on the luxury car, Ha A·XJ520. It was obviously the birthday gift I gave to my wife last week. As soon as I stepped on the accelerator, I pushed him against the guardrail. He arrogantly took out his black card and wanted to pay for it, but he didn't know that the card was also the supplementary card I gave to my wife.
