"Oh boy, look at that convincing act," sneered the mistress, her lips curling up to her ears.
Song Xiaodong snorted and said, "Cheap women like you are really clueless. Su Ni, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and draft the contract."
At this point, Song Xiaoru wanted to persuade Song Xiaodong, but she found herself at a loss for words. Not buying the car would mean Song Xiaodong would lose face, as if he were a dog peeing on the street—how shameful that would be.
But the idea of directly buying such an expensive car made Song Xiaoru's flesh ache—the car cost over five million, and that was without counting other taxes and fees. Could easily exceed six million. Even if Song Xiaodong said he had twenty million, this purchase alone would take up more than a quarter of it. She couldn't bear it.
Moreover, the most she normally spent was around a thousand yuan or less. Now suddenly to talk about millions was just too much of a mental shock for her to handle.
