He pulled her over to the Bugatti and tested the waters with a smirk: "Do you like this one?"
A Bugatti sports car.
Priced at least 20 million yuan.
Tang Zhiluo seemed to have guessed Mo Xun's intentions, biting her lip, "I'm not very interested in sports cars."
She said this deliberately.
Because she could sense that Mo Xun wanted to gift her this car.
But she couldn't accept it, so she didn't stop him and kept walking.
Another thing was, she wouldn't dare drive something this expensive to work in case she scratched it—it would be nerve-wracking.
Besides, driving such a luxury car to work at Hamman Building wouldn't suit her status; others might think she was being kept by someone.
Mo Xun furrowed his eyebrows, "You don't like this car?"
"The Audi I usually drive is just fine."
"I thought about giving you a gift for your birthday." He hadn't expected her to say she didn't like it, which made him a bit upset, his chest feeling stifled.