"You said it yourself!"
Before the sound of his words faded, Jiang Xiaobai lightly pressed the key in his hand, and "biubiu" sounded twice. The Ferrari that had been parked there for several days flashed its lights and Jiang Xiaobai effortlessly opened the car door.
The group of girls watching were all dumbfounded. Just moments ago, they were uniformly mocking Jiang Xiaobai, and now some of them had changed their expressions, their faces full of sycophantic smiles as they flirted in an attempt to catch Jiang Xiaobai's attention.
"Who was it..." Jiang Xiaobai turned to the girl who had just accused him of bragging, and said, "Didn't you say you wanted to blow the horn for me? Do you think this spot is suitable?"
In this materialistic society, the wealthy are the bosses, a cut above the rest. Under such social mores, countless gold-diggers flocked to pose with the supercars parked by the roadside—almost all of them fall into this category.
