Because Zhang Xiaoxi knew that for such a motorcade, having money alone was not enough, there had to be power!
But power, in whatever country, is extremely difficult to obtain...
So how could Wang Ye, a just-turned-twenty young man and being considered an "alien" here, possibly reach such levels?
That was too far-fetched!
She rubbed her face powerlessly and said helplessly, "Old friend, there's really no need. I know you should be quite rich now. But... but..."
She didn't even know what to say anymore; anyhow, it was so embarrasing...
Wang Ye did not offer any more explanation. Raising his hand he checked the time, instructing Xie Liaosha, who was driving: "First head to the Duma Building, then to the hotel."
He was speaking in Russian naturally, and Zhang Xiaoxi did not understand a word.
Nonetheless, when Wang Ye had raised his wrist to check the time, astute Zhang Xiaoxi spotted the watch on his wrist.
