When Scott saw Cheng Daqi slip into the Bentley, his face was expressionless.
He himself had barely entered the edge of middle class before, and the blonde veteran reminded himself that he shouldn't be overly surprised.
"Fuck, that car looks awesome."
Kernor might be foolish, but even he could tell that the car Cheng Daqi was in today was out of the ordinary.
"What does it have to do with us, let's continue studying the video, we can't fall too far behind Chan!"
The blonde veteran withdrew his gaze, deciding to work even harder.
His life's trajectory had changed because of Cheng Daqi's arrival, but Cheng Daqi's life was just fucking fast like street racing.
Not so long ago, Cheng Daqi, like the blonde veteran, was begging for food.
And now, Cheng Daqi was in a big house and starting a company, his girlfriend beautiful as fuck like a blow-up doll, and he was even fucking sitting in a Bentley.
