"What nonsense are you talking!"
Lin Fan's words made Zhang Tianfang, who originally wanted to show off his wealth, stunned for a moment, and his face turned extremely ugly.
"Am I talking nonsense?"
Lin Fan laughed and walked to the car, gently stroking the shiny car paint and said, "This is a hundred percent luxury car, at least worth several million. The son of a deputy dean driving such a car must be an inexplicable large sum, right? These days, I'm just about to sit down with the disciplinary committee, and I'll make sure to give a good report then."
"No… It's… It's not my car… I'm just borrowing it."
The mention of the disciplinary committee immediately scared Zhang Tianfang pale. He failed to show off and instead was threatened by Lin Fan, making him feel worse than swallowing a fly.
"Showing off things you borrowed, you really care about face. Isn't this called pretending to be rich when you're not?"
