Luxury Motorcade

After a while, Lu Chen hung up.

He walked over and said, "Wei, I've borrowed the car for you."

"Ha ha!" Ma Fugui laughed, "I told you to be fat and catch your breath, but when you came, you were in someone else's car. What kind of car can you borrow? Tell me and don't embarrass Little Wei by any means!"

"Better than your car, anyway." Lu Chen said lightly.

"Haha, 666, this pretentious guy, I'll give you full marks! Why don't you just look at your morals, you can borrow a better car than me, I'll give you my car! " Ma Fugui sneered.

Lu Chen pinched his knuckles. If it wasn't because of Rann Wei's marriage, he would have punched his fat face so hard that his mom wouldn't even be able to recognize him!

"There's no need to give it to me. How about we make a bet?" Lu Chen said, "I won. You give the car to Wei as a wedding present. If I lose, I'll compensate you with a car? "

"If you bet with me, can you afford it?" Ma Fugui said in disdain.