Chapter 120: I’ll Take You Home

The driver remained silent in the driver's seat, but Hammer didn't let him go.

"Tell me." He closed the door and asked the driver, "Who is more handsome, the poor uncle driving a poor car or me?"

The driver was an honest middle-aged man. He didn't want to say anything against his will. He thought for a long time before he said, "You… You're younger than him… sir."

The driver is an honest middle-aged man, and he does not want to say against his heart, thinking for a long time, just way: "week less...Younger than he is."

Hammer grabbed a doll from the back seat and punched it to vent his gloomy. "I decided for her a word that I wouldn't drive for the rest of my life. Are there any other men as kind as me? Girls now are so shallow. They judge people according to their outlook," he snorted.

"Didn't you stop driving because your hands trembled when you saw the steering wheel? You don't even dare to sit in the co-pilot seat, do you?"