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Hearing this, Zhou Xingwen's father-in-law and mother-in-law looked at Chu Chen.
They saw a young man dressed in a food delivery uniform.
"Who are you?" Zhou Xingwen's mother-in-law, Jiang Li, asked with a look of disgust.
"A friend of Zhou Xingwen."
The middle-aged couple smirked disdainfully.
It seemed he was a poor kid, even his friends were delivery guys, pathetic.
"What did you mean by what you said just now?"
"You said Zhou Xingwen had already found the motorcade?"
Father-in-law Du Jianbai looked skeptical.
The requirements they set, Zhou Xingwen couldn't possibly meet them so quickly.
"Naturally."
Chu Chen nodded.
"Eight luxury cars, each costing no less than a million?"
"Yes, and nothing less, each costing no less than five million."
Chu Chen replied.
Mainly because I only have four luxury cars now, otherwise, each car would definitely be no less than twenty million.