Lin Ruoxi wasn't pleased to hear such words. What did he mean by saying she couldn't start the car? Was he implying he could? Did cars even differentiate between who was starting them? Or did he think he was more skilled than her?
The woman who had always been proud was immediately triggered, and with a cold hum, she retorted, "Here, take the key and show me how you can start it." She handed over the Bentley's key to Yang Chen.
Yang Chen accepted it naturally, as if the key in his hand didn't represent a luxury car worth millions, but rather an ordinary tricycle. Opening the driver's side door, he got in as if the key were nothing more than an ordinary house key.
With a press of the hood button, Yang Chen caused the car's front cover to lift up. Lin Ruoxi, seeing this, felt puzzled and surprised. "What... What are you doing to my car?"
