"One million eight hundred thousand? Damn, that's expensive!"
Luo Zitong clicked her tongue repeatedly, as her current car was simply a BMW 3 series.
Looking at the Porsche illuminated by the evening sun, Luo Zitong's mind started ticking:
Anyone who could afford this car must definitely not be short of money, undoubtedly a rich second-generation kid. She had broken up with Wang Qiang not long ago and hadn't found someone suitable yet. Now, there was a rich second-generation right in front of her—why not give it a try?
With this thought, she rummaged through her bag for an eyebrow pencil, lipstick, and a small mirror and started primping herself.
Feeling satisfied with her makeup, Luo Zitong twisted her body, ready to strike up a conversation.
Just then, the smile froze on Luo Xuanran's face, "Wait a second!"
Luo Zitong stopped in her tracks, puzzled, "Bro, what's wrong?"
