He glared angrily at Wu Rui, but suddenly noticed the Lamborghini 670 driving straight onto the pedestrian crossing, coming up to him. The window rolled down halfway, and a familiar voice came from inside the car: "Is there something you need? If not, please make way!"
"Oh, oh, oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I was blocking your way!"
Ou Long hurriedly bowed and apologized. He stepped aside to clear the way, completely oblivious to the fact that he was standing on the sidewalk, which was legal, while the owner of the Lamborghini was doing something illegal, yet he felt that the owner of the Lamborghini truly carried an imposing aura. Concerning this familiar voice, Ou Long didn't think too much about it.
"See that! When people have money, they can do whatever they..." After making way, the Lamborghini continued moving forward; however, he then saw it slowing down in front of Wu Rui.
"Is he going to ask for directions? Why not ask me?" Ou Long's voice gradually quieted down.
