"What kind of crappy car are you driving, daring to bring out this junk and not feeling embarrassed!" The rich young master stood in front of Song Xiaodong's car, kicked the front of the car.
Chu Xianling was a low-key person, and this car was the cheapest from the Xianling Family.
Upon hearing the young master's words, Chu Xianling's face didn't look too good.
Not sure which family's young master is so arrogant.
Song Xiaodong and his two wives also got out of the car.
Soon, a crowd gathered around, discussing and taking photos with their phones.
The two cars together are worth at least fifty million, such a scene is rare even in Beijing.
"This Rolls-Royce, selling the whole car can barely compensate for a Bugatti Veyron." A passerby said.
"What bad luck for him."
"Ah, they're all rich people."
