Chu Ge doesn't care whether it's provocative or not. In his eyes, these are merely childish games played by a group of adolescents—they don't even stir a ripple. However, treating Mr. Ouyang's injuries tonight requires more caution.
Seeing Chu Ge not saying a word, Yang Tian thought he felt inferior and couldn't help but smile smugly before making a phone call.
Soon, a line of cars stopped at the entrance of the cafe.
There were less than twenty people, but nine cars arrived, with the least impressive being a BMW X6 and the most impressive naturally being the leading Lamborghini Gallardo.
Seeing the envy in the eyes of those accompanying them, Yang Tian's face displayed even greater pride. Pointing at the vehicles, he said, "Apart from the lead one, choose any car you like to sit in!"
People hustled onto the cars, but when it was Chu Ge's turn, Yang Tian suddenly raised his hand to block him: "Sorry, the cars are full!"