Wei Ang looked at Li Qiao with an expression that could only be described as complicated, the corners of his lips twitched, desperately suppressing the urge to argue with her.
It was clearly a Ferrari Enzo, yet she insisted on talking nonsense.
"Anything else?" At this moment, Shang Yu turned his head to look at Li Qiao with a composed demeanor, speaking again with an inexhaustible patience.
Li Qiao looked at Wei Ang, her serious tone laced with mockery, "Furthermore, how about we make a bet? It's very likely that you won't be able to trace the origin of that car."
"Impossible!!" Finally, unable to hold back any longer, Wei Ang let out a low exclamation in frustration.
Even with the Eldest Young Master's sharp and piercing gaze upon him, he felt he needed to set things straight with Li Qiao.
Li Qiao was not surprised by Wei Ang's reaction at all, and the corners of her lips curled up. She raised her eyebrows with a hint of madness, "How about that bet then?"
Bet my ass.
