And Murong Shanshan and I heard it loud and clear—this guy was actually calling the little beauty a mistress. What the hell was that supposed to mean? Did driving a sports car automatically make someone a mistress? That logic was so ridiculously retarded it completely wrote off wealthy girls like Murong Shanshan in one fell swoop.
I reached right out, rolled down the car window, and asked coldly, "What are you staring at?"
The middle-aged man was startled, then sneered with a hint of disdain, "It's broad daylight, my ass wants to look wherever it wants! What's it to you?"
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