"How did you know it was his car?" Nangong He wondered. He was not well-versed in cars and felt that Jingcheng had numerous cars of the same model. How could his granddaughter be so certain it was Qin Sijue's car?
Nangong Feifei smiled, her gaze not leaving the car, "Of course, I know. That car is a limited edition, and the license plate is his."
As soon as she finished speaking, she turned her head to Nangong He, "Grandpa, will you go with me, please?"
After the incident last time, she still felt somewhat intimidated by Qin Sijue, but with her grandfather by her side, she felt fearless.
After all, her grandfather was his elder, not only that, but also a war comrade of Grandfather Qin. Believing in the saying, 'Respect the monk for the Buddha's sake,' she trusted that Qin Sijue would not dare to give her an ugly look in front of her grandfather.
Without waiting for Nangong He to respond, she had already pulled him toward that Bugatti.
