"Why are you pinching me?"
Du Jianbai asked.
"I just want to see if I'm dreaming," Jiang Li explained.
Hearing this, Du Jianbai was exasperated.
If you want to check if it's real, pinch yourself, why pinch me?
Shaking his head, Du Jianbai looked downstairs again and saw a line of sports cars behind the Rolls-Royce.
Due to the angle, he couldn't even see the end of it.
"How many luxury cars are there?"
"At least thirty, and they're all sports cars. Each is probably worth millions," Jiang Li responded, her voice trembling.
Originally, to make things difficult for Zhou Xingwen, they required that each of Zhou Xingwen's wedding cars should be over a million, and there should be eight of them.
But Zhou Xingwen actually brought a luxury motorcade, where not only each car was worth millions, but there were more than thirty of them?
For a moment, Du Jianbai and his wife were left in shock.
Downstairs, everyone else stepped out of the cars.
