"Oh shit, that's a Ferrari, isn't it?"
Lin Fei caught up with Mu Shaopeng just before he got into his car. With an expression of astonishment, like a hillbilly entering town, he stared fixedly at Mu Shaopeng's Ferrari. "This is a limited edition, right? Come on, brother, I'm practically your brother-in-law. Can I touch the car?"
Seeing the obsessed look on Lin Fei's face, Mu Shaopeng, unsuspicious of any foul play, disdainfully said, "Go ahead and touch it. This could be your only chance in a lifetime."
Lin Fei's lips curled into a smirk. He first reached out and gently stroked the side mirror and then, exerting stealth strength in his palm, there was a snap—the mirror fell off.
Mu Shaopeng's eyes bulged, shocked speechless.
"Holy crap, this can't be happening. It's so flimsy?!" While saying this, Lin Fei followed up with a slap that shattered the driver's side window.
"What the hell, it can't even take a touch."
