"This old clunker of mine?" Chen Fei had been silent until this moment. He only spoke up after the other car, their so-called luxury vehicle, had sped away and Guan Shiyin was apologizing to him. He couldn't help but rub his chin, a peculiar smile on his face.
Why do I always run into these self-important morons? They love to puff themselves up, acting all high and mighty and condescending just to show off how superior they are. But is a crappy Ferrari really all that?
Chen Fei shook his head slightly. Adopting a magnanimous attitude, he chuckled and said, "What's there to get worked up about? Come on, where are we going?"
"You know the Luxury Clubhouse, right? Tonight's celebration banquet is there." Seeing that Chen Fei wasn't sulking over what had just happened, Guan Shiyin's pretty face finally broke into a crescent-moon smile. She gathered the hem of her gown and bent down to get into the passenger seat of the Mercedes GL400.
