"Brother Pu, that Qin guy is way too arrogant; I can't swallow this humiliation!"
Inside Zhao Pu's Hummer, Wang Zirui squeezed in with Zhao Pu, as for his Lamborghini, perhaps because of what Qin Hai had said, he now found it distasteful no matter how he looked at it, and directly handed it over to Zhao Pu's bodyguard.
Zhao Pu lit a cigarette, then tossed another one to Wang Zirui, speaking indifferently, "What can't you swallow? A bet is a bet; I, Zhao Pu, can afford to lose a few billion."
Wang Zirui hastily said, "Brother Pu, I can afford to lose too. Although I can't compare with you, I can still lose hundreds of thousands, even tens of millions. But that kid is just too arrogant. Didn't you hear what he said to Miss Bai? He wants Miss Bai to be his little white horse and let him ride for a month. I don't know how you feel about that, but I can't stand it. If it weren't for Miss Bai's face, I'd have dealt with him a long time ago."
