Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty-Seven
Long Xiaoshan greeted those business executives who came to help, then patted Hong Xiaofei, who was by his side, and said, "Xiaofei, I said I would help you borrow a car, are these enough for you?"
Hong Xiaofei stared blankly at the lineup of top-tier luxury cars in front of him and at Long Xiaoshan, who was surrounded by many people who obviously looked like major figures. He was indescribable overwhelmed.
It wasn't until Long Xiaoshan patted him on the shoulder and spoke to him that he snapped out of his immense shock, murmuring, "It's enough, enough, but Xiaoshan, isn't this, this causing too much trouble for everyone? I only needed one wedding car, this is really too much."
Hong Xiaofei was shocked, anxious.
He was just a low-level figure, earning a salary of a couple of three thousand.
When could he ever associate with these wealthy businessmen who drove million-dollar cars, let alone ask them to help drive wedding cars for him?
