"Sir, that Maserati, including taxes, registration fees, and so on, comes to approximately 1.7 million," the sales consultant calculated, announcing the hefty sum.
"Fine, I'll take it—pay in full," Young Master Xi said. He pulled out a gold-plated black card and looked triumphantly at Qin Feixue. "Beauty, if you leave that brat right now and agree to spend the night with me, this Maserati is yours to drive whenever you like!"
The heavily made-up girl beside him chimed in, "Pretty sister, look, Young Master Xi just dropped two million without batting an eye. You definitely won't lose out by being with him. Can that loser boyfriend of yours afford a car this nice?"
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