At this moment, the lights of a black limousine not far away suddenly lit up.
The car window rolled down. Jun Shiling sat behind the car and waved at Xia Wanyuan.
Xia Wanyuan walked over and was a little stunned. "Why did you change your car?"
"The car was scratched on the way, so I switched to a temporary car first. Come on up." Jun Shiling opened the door.
The chauffeur was speechless. He did not know how rich people played. The car was clearly in the garage. How did it get scratched? As the chauffeur, how could I not know?
Chen Yun was speechless as he watched the car with the statue of the goddess gradually disappear into the distance. "Is he speaking human? Changing cars at the last minute? Changing cars at the last minute is worth tens of millions. It's simply too hateful of the rich."
