"You're driving a sports car, huh."
Old Yu's eyelid twitched; the white supercar in the parking lot was an eye-catcher, looking like a warrior from the future, making the million-dollar luxury cars beside it seem bland by comparison.
"How much does this car cost?"
Old Yu asked subconsciously.
"Over 30 million."
"Over 30 million?!"
Old Yu swallowed hard; in Star City, an ordinary house was only about 1 million, and to him, what was before him wasn't a car but rather a rolling 30-plus houses.
"Tsk tsk."
Old Yu couldn't help but click his tongue, "When can you lend it to me for a spin? I'm already tired of that little electric scooter."
Shen Yuan chuckled lightly, "Sure, anytime you want."
"You're not joking, are you?"
Old Yu looked at Shen Yuan seriously. He didn't seem to be joking, but Old Yu got cold feet first, "Forget it, I was just kidding. If I accidentally scratch it, I couldn't cover it with a whole year's salary."
