Su Anyong cracked a slight smile, then a flash of light flickered.
Under the sunlight, a dazzling silver-white reflection appeared before Su Ping's eyes, almost blinding him.
It wasn't just Su Ping; all those coming out of the airport couldn't help but fix their gazes on the object.
"What the fuck?!"
Su Ping blinked, staring at the thing before him, initially at a loss for words. It was a silver-white sports car.
From the awed gasps of the onlookers, one could understand its striking appearance.
And Su Anyong, the center of attention, walked forward, opened the door of the silver-white sports car, and, with everyone watching, put his dark sunglasses on again, looking at Su Ping who still hadn't come to his senses.
"What are you spacing out for? Get in the car!"
It had to be said, although Su Anyong's way of showing off was simple, it was truly and directly effective.
The design of the sports car, and even its slightly hovering base, all proclaimed its value.
