Drink a toast? Call me "good brother"?
Anyone could hear the ill intent behind these words.
Luo Ning could no longer hold back at this moment, and she angrily rebuked Tian Ye, "You're shameless! Despicable!"
"Mo Han, let's not race him, let's go!"
With that, she tried to leave with her husband and daughter.
However, Mo Han stopped, looked at his wife with confidence, and said, "Ning'er, why shouldn't we take the money if someone is giving it away?"
Luo Ning shook her head, her face showing embarrassment, "But our car..."
"No worries! Trust me!" Mo Han said with a subtle smile, filled with endless confidence, as if he didn't even bother to consider Tian Ye's BMW 530 a threat.
It was a joke, a 4.0-liter twin-turbocharged Porsche with 550 horsepower—how could it possibly see a mere locally produced BMW 5 series with 252 horsepower as competition?
"Hey, Luo Ning, you're here?"
