Jian Shengli gripped the car keys tightly in his hand, daring not to let anyone see what car he was about to give Lin Zhi.
But there were always those who deliberately stirred up trouble, "Jian, show her what car you're giving! Bring a more expensive one to smash her, let her fall at the feet of your trousers!"
"Hahaha, right, give her a Lamborghini!"
"Jian, give her a Rolls-Royce!"
These boys definitely had intentions of making fun of Jian Shengli.
Jian Shengli always felt superior in front of them and was popular among the girls. The boys had long disliked him.
And today, he was making a high-profile declaration of love to their goddess, how could they not be annoyed?
Now having the chance to mock him, they certainly didn't hold back.
Jian Shengli felt increasingly embarrassed, he simply didn't have Lin Zhi's composure.
Mocked by others, he became emotionally unstable, "Heh, who gave it to you? Was it that man driving the Mercedes, or that BMW guy?"
Lin Zhi: "???"