Lu Dewei thought that his performance was affectionate.
But in reality, Luo Fei was very clear that the more he tried to show off, like a peacock spreading its tail, the more likely it was to cause the other party's dislike.
He might be a Wang Ba, but unfortunately, Zhao Yuling was definitely not a mung bean.
However, the situation was urgent now.
So Luo Fei just turned and got into the car.
Sitting in the back seat with Zhao Yuling, he said lightly.
"Whatever you like."
As the car drove out a kilometer.
Everyone gradually calmed down.
Glanced at the navigation, it turned out the factory was still more than 10 kilometers away.
This made the young man suddenly remember.
That news report he saw a few days ago.
"Officer, could the case you're talking about be the one where someone ate self-heating hotpots and got food poisoning?"
Seeing the other party finally reacting, Luo Fei also asked back.
"It seems you've heard about it too?"
