Slap My Own Face

Everyone had a different opinion of the car. Lu Chen just felt that the car was unremarkable and had no reason, just unsightly.

The moment he said that, Young Master Wu turned around.

He was just enjoying the feeling of superiority when he heard such an inharmonious voice. Wasn't this simply slapping his own face?

However, when he looked, it was actually an unremarkable filament!

"You said this car is only mediocre?" Young Master Wu snorted.

"Speak the truth!" Lu Chen shrugged his shoulders.

"Do you know what kind of car this is?"

"I heard from the glasses just now, what shadow is it?"

Other than Zeng Xiaohei and the other two, everyone else laughed. So it turned out that they didn't even know the car.

"This is Rolls-Royce." Young Master Wu said slowly, "Just now, this guy said that naked cars cost 6 million!"

"Over six million?" Lu Chen smiled.