Ye Jie was still working in the office and rejected Tang Mo without thinking. "Find someone else."
Tang Mo almost knelt down to beg him on the phone. "Brother, I've liked that Lykan Hypersport sports car for a long time. It's not something that can be settled with money. The rules of the competition cannot be broken. If I don't win that car, I'll go crazy!"
Ye Jie stood up from the leather chair and went to the French windows to look at the night scenery of the capital. He pinched his nose bridge with his long fingers and said coldly, "When have you ever been normal?"
"F*ck, can you not be so cold and heartless? Treat it as a wedding gift to me. I really want to get it!"
"You can't bury yourself in work all day. Didn't you used to like racing? Can you treat this as doing me a favor?"
Tang Mo rarely begged him like this. With Ye Jie's relationship with him, he could not refuse anymore.
He said simply, "Just wait," before he hung up.
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