Su Yi turned his head and saw on the surveillance screen that a top-of-the-line red sports car had appeared.
Although he was not particularly fond of cars, he was, after all, born into a wealthy second-generation family.
He knew that this sports car was a limited edition model produced by Ferrari.
In terms of price, it was worth at least over ten million.
"Damn it, you guys hold on here for a moment, I'm going to tell Manager Cheng."
After leaving these instructions with two young security guards, they rushed out through the back door.
"Uncle Wu, what's happening?"
Su Yi asked, puzzled.
"Sigh, this Young Master Qiu is pursuing Manager Cheng, and he comes here every few days."
"But Manager Cheng isn't interested in him, which puts us security guards in a tough spot."
"Let him in and we offend Manager Cheng, don't let him in, and Young Master Qiu's temper is too explosive. Look, this is from the last time he hit me."
