"Look at you, trying to pass off such a piece of junk? Is this a multimillion-dollar item? Has a donkey kicked you in the head?" Ye Feng held the glass bead, looking at Zhang Jun with disdain, and began to loudly mock him.
Zhang Jun clenched his fists in anger, wanting to beat up Ye Feng, but on second thought, he gave up. Ye Feng was too formidable, and he was no match for him.
"Uncle, Auntie, I genuinely love Lingling, can you give me a fair chance to compete?" Seeing that convincing Chen Ling was hopeless, Zhang Jun turned to her parents and earnestly pleaded.
"Young man, although your car is not bad, we won't interfere with our daughter's affairs," Chen Song glanced at Zhang Jun's sports car and still shook his head.
Chen Song was one of those die-hard modified car enthusiasts. Although he liked Zhang Jun's sports car, he didn't want to meddle in his daughter's affairs. He couldn't just disregard his daughter's safety and feelings for the sake of a sports car.
