Right after that, they watched as Liew Menglu slid into the driver's seat. When she opened the car door, she suavely said, "Let's meet up again next time, ladies."
The group stared, expressions complicated.
They suddenly realized that Liew Menglu's earlier "outrageous claims" seemed perfectly reasonable—just the worth of this sports car alone outvalued that guy's entire wardrobe many times over.
A man who could afford something like this—his net worth, billions? Even tens of billions?
The thought was inconceivable, simply inconceivable.
For a moment, they were somewhat relieved they hadn't dissed Liew Menglu earlier, but at the same time, felt a pang of sympathy for Zhong Yitong.
A girl who got along quite well with Zhong Yitong approached her, comforting softly, "Yitong, it seems like Menglu wasn't exaggerating. That car costs two million."
"Ah, right, yeah, I think so."
