In front of the Lamborghini Veneno, the Ferrari sports car seemed so insignificant.
"That car is driven by Si Yi's childhood friend, and the one sitting inside is the person Si Yi likes. You think you're so tough? Go deal with him then, and see if they don't break your legs!"
Yuan Siyi's roommate, who had seen Song Yun, shouted.
Watching the approaching sports car, Han Guoshi's heart began to thump wildly.
He was frightened. His own sports car had cost him three million in full payment, probably not even enough to count as a fraction for the other party.
How could someone who could afford such a car be a nobody?
This kind of ultra-rich second generation could crush him without effort—he thought, not just him but his entire family. Maybe they wouldn't even need to lift a finger, just casually mention something to their allies, and his family would be bankrupt.
