Slap.
The cool butterfly door of the i8 slowly opened.
Tang Luo turned his head to look at Chen Han, who was stunned in place, and said with a smile, "What are you standing there for? Get in the car."
"Ah? Oh, right."
Chen Han came to her senses, approached the i8, and even though she wasn't particularly fond of cars, awe flashed in her eyes—so cool!
"Brother Luo, is this your car?"
"Mhm."
Tang Luo nodded and sat in the driver's seat.
Vroom vroom!
The BMW i8 roared loudly as it quickly left the orphanage.
Chen Han, sitting in the passenger seat, looked at the interior full of technological sense and still couldn't quite believe it.
"Brother Luo, is this really your car?"
"Yeah."
"But didn't you say you work as a driver for someone? This car must be worth millions, right? How could you possibly..."
"How could I possibly afford it? Haha, have you forgotten my medical skills? This was a gift from a rich person I treated."
