Diana looked at Teige as if she was looking at a fool.
"This car belongs to Michael and has nothing to do with the merchants. If you have the guts, go and grab the key from him."
"It's Michael's. Does it have nothing to do with the merchants?"
Teige was stunned.
"Isn't this guy just a poor guy who has the support of Diana?"
At most, he was good at fighting. How could he be so rich?
After all, he was driving a Ferrari worth less than six million yuan. How could this guy be more generous than him?
It wasn't until Michael drove away with Diana that he came to his senses and said angrily to the distant Qie before he choked on his throat and coughed.
"I get it! This car was bought for this guy by your private transfer of public funds."
However, no matter how angry he roared, no one paid attention to him at all.
Teige gnashed his teeth in anger.