Zhao Qiang, who was about to leave, stopped and frowned when he heard Lin Yi's words.
"What's the matter? Not happy?"
"You almost threw up on my car. Are you blind?"
"Even if I didn't throw up on your car, so what? It's just a cheap Civic worth tens of thousands. Even if I did, what would it matter? My Mercedes S-Class can buy at least ten of your broken Civics."
Although Zhao Qiang didn't know Lin Yi's identity, seeing him drive a Civic made him think Lin Yi wasn't here to have fun but probably worked here.
For this reason, he looked down on Lin Yi even more.
The security guard beside them mentally rolled his eyes at Zhao Qiang's arrogance.
He knew that Lin Yi's car was the famous Civic Type-R. Setting aside other features, just the four AMG calipers alone cost tens of thousands. Fully modified, it wasn't any cheaper than an S-Class Mercedes.
Yet Zhao Qiang was here showing off, clearly never having met real wealth.
