Gao Yan, in a fit of rage, kept pounding on the car window. His crazed appearance truly left Yao Wan Jiao at a loss for what to do.
Clinging tightly to Lin Fan's arm, her eyes were filled with terror.
"Goldman Sachs Group, somewhat interesting."
Lin Fan had never seen a man become so irate before, and as he turned his head to look at Yao Wan Jiao's devastatingly beautiful face, he thought she indeed deserved such fervent fans.
"What's so interesting... I chose a boyfriend, not a car. So what if he's rich, I'm not impressed by money."
Yao Wan Jiao pouted her lips, luxury cars and mansions held no allure for her.
"At the very least, he thinks he's something special. These coddled rich kids, isn't that how they pick up girls, by flaunting their wealth? Sure, money can impress fifty percent of women, a lot of money can impress ninety-nine percent, but unfortunately for him, you're that one percent who isn't swayed. Only truly outstanding people can attract you."
