This time, despite all efforts to buy a Maybach worth nearly twenty million, even willing to spend over a million more on a second-hand one, Qi Helian was puzzled, "I wonder why you suddenly started chasing after something as mundane as a car?"
Ji Chicheng, sitting on the small sofa nearby, suddenly spoke up, "Obviously, it's Xin Xiaoxiao's favorite type."
He looked at Xiang Yiqing with a blank expression, but his eyes were filled with disdain and contempt.
Xiang Yiqing ignored him, continued to look at Qi Helian and asked, "When will the car arrive?"
Qi Helian thought for a moment and said, "Next month, I suppose."
Xiang Yiqing nodded, indicating he understood. Then he put down his wine glass, picked up the car keys on the table, and stood up.
Clearly intending to leave, Qi Helian asked curiously, "Isn't Xin Xiaoxiao at your house right now? What are you going to do now?"
He and Ji Chicheng were both here, where was he going alone?
