Li Hongda drank quite a bit of alcohol. Seeing An Xiuru for the first time, her elegant intelligence and beauty bewitched him. Now that the cold wind had sobered him up a bit, he was starting to think straight again.
"Am I seeing things right?" Li Hongda covered his head, staring dumbfoundedly at Tang Zheng's Aston Martin ONE-77, worth fifty million, smashing into his BMW X5 and driving away. He was still incredulous. He was a billionaire in name only, his real wealth was just around seventy to eighty million. Whether it was wrecking a supercar or totaling his BMW worth hundreds of thousands, it would leave a huge dent in his wallet.
"Liu Man, what exactly is that guy's background?" Having amassed his current wealth and status through his own struggles, Li Hongda wasn't a fool. Accepting a paper towel from a receptionist, he wiped his forehead, a small satisfaction blooming within him at being waited upon.
