However, He Qing immediately noticed the black Cayenne behind him, narrowed his eyes while adjusting his coat, and stepped forward.
The car window slowly rolled down, and both brothers wore indifferent fake smiles on their faces, "What are you doing here?"
He Chen, with sunglasses on his face, tilted his head and glanced sideways, "Is this your home?"
"You know whose home this is." He Qing frowned, discreetly evaluating the interior of He Chen's car, "I can't believe it, since leaving the He Family, you seem to be doing well."
He had thought He Chen would hit rock bottom and never recover.
At this moment, He Chen rested his elbow on the car window and leaned his handsome face down, looking at He Qing through the edge of his sunglasses, "Besides being nosy, how have you not made any progress over the years? A shabby Cayenne is your idea of living well? Haven't seen anything finer before?"
When it came to banter, He Qing was never a match for He Chen.
