Hearing this, Zhou Xingwen's in-laws turned their gaze toward Chu Chen.
To their surprise, they saw a young man dressed in a delivery uniform.
"Who are you?" Zhou Xingwen's mother-in-law, Jiang Li, asked with a look of disdain.
"A friend of Zhou Xingwen."
A scornful smile appeared on the middle-aged couple's faces.
Sure enough, a poor kid, even the friends he knows are delivery guys—pitiful.
"What do you mean by what you just said?"
"You say Zhou Xingwen has already found a motorcade?"
Yu Lebang looked at him with skepticism.
The demands they had made; there was no way Zhou Xingwen could have fulfilled them so quickly.
"Of course."
Chu Chen nodded.
"Eight luxury cars, each worth no less than one million?"
"More rather than less, each worth no less than five million."
Chu Chen answered.
The main issue was that he only had four luxury cars at the moment; otherwise, each one would definitely be worth no less than twenty million.