"Right, let's take a cab." Du Ling agreed with Su Weidong's plan to help smooth things over for Mo Huasong.
Mo Huasong is a good person. As soon as he heard about Su Weidong's situation, he rushed over to help him.
Having a friend like him, Su Weidong is really lucky.
"That's impossible, the sports car is not mine." Mo Huasong frowned.
He had taken Pang Xiaopei's sports car to come here, leaving her furious enough to contemplate suicide.
Now, if the car gets lost, she would definitely be after his life.
Su Weidong looked at Mo Huasong with a meaningful glance, thinking: "Ha, Huasong, so you finally admit it. I knew you didn't own a sports car."
Suddenly, Mo Huasong spotted two police officers conversing nearby and hurriedly yelled, "Officers, my red Ferrari parked here is missing. Can you help me figure out who stole it?"
Damn it, if he found out who stole it, he would surely make their life miserable.
"Huasong, stop bluffing," Su Weidong quickly grabbed Mo Huasong's arm.
