Fang Jun sat inside his car, staring at the Bentley, his eyes nearly popping out of his skull.
His throat bobbed, his fingers tightened around the steering wheel, and he felt as though a basin of ice-cold water had been dumped over his head.
In his eyes, a Porsche worth over a million was already top-tier, but Lin Chu's Bentley Continental GT started at four to five million, effortlessly crushing his pride and leaving him utterly speechless.
Chapter 52