"Old bald man, have you read the email I sent you in the morning?"

Luo Zheng said with the urge to twist Cang Song's head off.

"Who are you calling the old bald man?"

"You."

Cang Song's face gradually became distorted.

His hair was not completely bald, it was just bald.

"If you have a fart, just let it go!"

"I'm sleeping well. I'm not going to quarrel with me, right?"

Cang Song snorted coldly and crossed his hands.

With Luo Zheng's temperament, if there is nothing else, how could he contact him?

"A mechanical genius with a perfect mechanical feel."

"If you ask me."

"I can let you teach together."

Luo Zheng straightened his chest and smiled confidently.

Hearing the four words "perfect mechanical" Cang Song was stunned, then forcibly suppressed his inner excitement and laughed:

"Master of theory, can't I teach you anymore to come to me?"
Chapter completed!