But this car is indeed mine. Luo Chao awkwardly smiled and said, "Uncle, Aunt, don't they say it's better not to flaunt your wealth? So I've always adhered to this excellent tradition."
"Well said, well said," Cai Qiongying laughed heartily, her eyes sparkling with delight, just short of emitting golden light. What a fine golden catch!
At this moment, Yi Chao's heart was bleeding. The pretentiousness here was just too brutal, practically aiming to overwhelm. I could never afford a Bugatti Veyron even if I sold everything I had!
Too ruthless, Yi Chao wanted to cry, wishing he could find a secluded spot to have a good cry. Dad, your son can't even compete with others using you now, such a miserable defeat!
"Uncle, Aunt, I'll head off now," Yi Chao quietly wiped his tears, said dejectedly, then got into the car, driving away from this place that had shattered his confidence—and he would never return.
