Huyue simply smiled slightly, "I'm not looking for trouble! I'm just telling you guys that my car is not a piece of junk!"
As he spoke, Huyue also patted the hood of the Xia Li with great affection.
"I paid five hundred bucks for it, which is the price of sixty bowls of beef noodles! Who dares to call it trash?"
The rich second-generation heirs looked at each other and then burst into loud laughter.
"Oh my goodness, is this guy out of his mind?"
"Lady, come and ride in my car, this guy is definitely sick!"
"Seriously, I'm driving the latest McLaren, a single screw of which is worth more than this piece of junk!"
Amid these taunts, Shi Xueqing looked at Huyue worriedly, afraid that her esteemed ancestor would get annoyed and kill these brats.
But Huyue just smiled throughout, then said indifferently, "Since you keep saying my car is a piece of junk, are you interested in a race?"
"Race? How do we race? See who runs the slowest?" The rich heirs scoffed with laughter.
