Blood and Tears in the Marriage Photo

"Old Daoist."

"Hey, boss, what's up?"

"Stop the car."

"Oh, okay."

After getting out of the car, Zhou Ze threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it.

"You go back first."

"Huh?" The old Daoist priest was stunned. "Boss, I can wait for you to come out."

"Go back."

"It's okay, boss. I'm not afraid to wait…"

"Go back."

Zhou Ze turned around and looked at the old Daoist.

The old daoist shivered in fear.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

As expected, this bunch of people who had crawled out from hell were still the same in nature. The person before him who seemed rather friendly was actually just a disguise.

Disguise!

The old Daoist priest immediately saluted. "Alright, Boss. Call me when you need a car."

The old Daoist priest drove off.

Zhou Ze stood at the entrance of the district for about fifteen minutes.