When he came, he was in the wealthy woman's Mushang.
When he left, the Bentley had surprisingly become his own.
No, this car was lent to Cheng Daqi by Temir, just for a few days.
It was a real luxury car, the kind Cheng Daqi couldn't even bear to buy in his previous life.
Considering the gains, Cheng Daqi hadn't come to meet with Temir tonight; he had purely outmaneuvered him.
But Cheng Daqi still felt a bit of regret.
It's a pity, the most important matter wasn't suitable to be discussed right now.
The gap between Temir and his position was too great; even though Cheng Daqi was no longer the penniless wanderer he once was, in the eyes of the black-haired wealthy woman, his status still wasn't enough.
The black-haired wealthy woman's affection was very beautiful, without a single problem, but her overpowering assertiveness seemed very presumptuous.
'Am I angry?'
Cheng Daqi was unsure whether he was more angry or worried.
