"Chase after him!" Qiao Junnan, sitting in the back, patted the front seat.
Su Yueze deliberately dawdled, and the limited edition business car gradually pulled away further until it finally disappeared from sight.
Only then did the red Bentley sluggishly start, itching Qiao Junnan to his core. "Su Yueze, what kind of performance does this trash car have? Did you just slap a Bentley logo on an Alto or something?"
"Would an Alto have such a nice interior?" Su Yueze retorted unhappily.
Qiao Junnan uncovered the truth. "So you did it on purpose, letting Brother Xiao go, didn't you? When it comes to crunch time, you're not on Qianqian's side at all, you just side with your brother!"
Seriously, this was clearly a rhythm that could have caught them in the act, so why miss the chance?
