"Wow, boss, you even have a car!"
Ye Qingtian got out of the car, causing quite a stir.
"But boss, why do you look like this?"
Looking at Ye Qingtian, who resembled a beggar, everyone's eyes were filled with surprise.
Ye Qingtian didn't pay attention to them and asked, "Didn't you say it was about to start? Why is everyone just standing around?"
"Yes, it's about to start, but we're waiting for someone. Hou Tianlei took the class leader to invite a professional band. Look, they're here!"
Following the words, an R8 slowly drove over from a distance.
The R8 stopped at the edge of the square, right next to Ye Qingtian's Civic.
"Whose car is this? Why is it parked in the middle of the road?"
After getting out of the car, Hou Tianlei said discontentedly.
"Mine, got a problem?"
Ye Qingtian said indifferently.
A smile appeared at the corner of Hou Tianlei's mouth: "Oh, it's yours. Very nice, starting to drive a Civic at such a young age!"
