However, with luxury cars, those who understand, understand; true buyers don't care about reputation, nor do they consider such nonsense as fuel consumption – it all comes down to whether they like it or not.
At least CEO Cheng really liked driving it.
"Vroom!"
Once on Interstate 10, also known as the Santa Monica Freeway, CEO Cheng stepped on the gas.
Amid the traffic, the red sports car was like a beautiful red falcon, gracefully moving forward.
"There's a speed limit in the city area, you're already speeding, I suggest you go with the flow of traffic."
The blonde's reminder was reasonable, but having bought a sports car, it'd be too wimpy for CEO Cheng to trudge along with the traffic.
"No, when the cops stop us, we could be on live TV in Saint Rodu, you know, the kind with several police cars chasing behind us and a helicopter flying overhead."
CEO Cheng had a sense of humor, but this time it was a bit devilish.
"You're joking, right?" The blonde was extremely nervous.
