He was still holding a rag, and whenever he saw a dirty spot, he would go over and wipe it a few times.
Zhang Feng looked at this unfamiliar driver, and for some reason, Old Zhao came to mind.
They are both little old men, always wanting to do something.
Zhang Feng glanced at him a few times, then turned to Old Liu beside him, "Find a few people to help that master, there are places he can't reach."
He said.
Under Old Liu's curious gaze, Zhang Feng instinctively walked to the platform and jumped down, preparing to board the train.
At this moment, as Zhang Feng moved and jumped off the platform.
Nearly nine-tenths of the special personnel in the station shifted their attention here.
Many even put their hands on their guns at their waists, thinking President Zhang had discovered something amiss.
It's precisely everyone's reaction.
After noticing this, Zhang Feng felt that his thirty years of memory were somewhat problematic.
