"Why are you pinching me?"
Du Jianbai asked.
"I just want to see if I'm dreaming," Jiang Li explained.
Hearing this, Du Jianbai was utterly bewildered.
Are you sure it's real? Pinch yourself, why pinch me?
Shaking his head, Du Jianbai looked downstairs again, from the Rolls-Royce towards the back, seeing a line of sports cars.
Due to his angle, he couldn't even see the end.
"How many luxury cars are there?"
"At least thirty, all sports cars, each probably costing millions."
Jiang Li answered, her voice trembling.
Originally, to trouble Zhou Xingwen, they had set the rule that all cars in Zhou Xingwen's bridal procession must cost over a million each, and there had to be eight cars.
Turns out, Zhou Xingwen actually pulled together a luxury fleet, not just costing hundreds of thousands each but tallying up to more than thirty?
For a moment, Du Jianbai and his wife were nothing but shocked.
Downstairs, the others also came out of their cars.