Lu Nanchen had been alive for twenty-six years and had always felt that as long as he had enough money to get by, he was content. He had no interest or thoughts about so-called designer brands or haute couture.
They were just gimmicks.
However, after a trip to Jiangqi City, he felt that something had changed.
"No thanks." Lu Nanchen's refusal was still swift as ever, with the same indifferent look on his face. His formal clothes accentuated his aloof demeanor. It seemed that he truly had no interest in luxury cars.
Yu Ting took her gaze away from him without responding.
Listened to him?
Of course not.
Buying luxury cars was the most efficient way to spend money.
The two people once again fell silent, with the dark-colored Cullinan heading towards the bustling Jiangqi City.
Buzz.
Lu Nanchen's pocket vibrated suddenly. It was a WeChat message.
Fugui: Brother Nanchen, when are you coming to Jiangqi City? I'll pick you up at the subway station.
