Zhu Bowei was furious. He had intended to make Ye Fan a laughingstock, but not only had his plan failed, Ye Fan had instead become the center of attention. The mere presence of that antique luxury car had won all the eyes. The limited edition Porsche 911 was the most dazzling existence wherever it went, and its owner was none other than Ye Fan.
"No, I must suppress Ye Fan's arrogant pomp," Zhu Bowei spoke, "Mr. Ye, as far as I am aware, you lack the means to purchase such a luxurious antique car. Could it be that President Ellor gifted you with it? It seems you might be guilty of living off a woman. Of course, I'm just making a little joke, do not take it to heart."
How pretentious! Absolutely shameless.
