If it had been any other day, Xia Liang would have let them take photos and look all they wanted, but he had things to do shortly, so he spoke up immediately.
"Excuse me, everyone, I need to get through."
Hearing this, the crowd turned to glance at him, then turned their heads back again.
"If you want to look, do it later. I haven't had my fill yet."
"Right, let me take a few more pictures."
"Got my social media post for the day!"
Watching the crowd turn their heads away again, Xia Liang felt a deep sense of helplessness.
Qingxue, standing beside him, tugged at his hand, her beautiful eyes looking up at him. "Xia Liang, what are you doing? Do you want to take a picture too?"
A figurative black line streaked down Xia Liang's face as he pointed at the Lamborghini Poison in front of them. "That's my car."
As soon as he said this, everyone fell silent. They turned their heads back to stare at him, and after a moment, someone broke the silence.
"Damn, bro, for real?"
