The hood was pure gold, studded with diamonds!
This Rolls-Royce wasn't a regular model at all because it simply couldn't be sold.
On his fifteenth birthday, Qin Heng had a juvenile moment, influenced by some novel he read, and spent over 80 million to have Rolls-Royce design this custom car for him.
It had been collecting dust in the garage until now, finally having the chance to see the light of day.
To be honest, if it wasn't for Qin Yun's strong insistence, Qin Heng wouldn't have wanted to drive this car at all—it was too flashy, too eye-catching.
Liu Mingze, Gong Renjie, and the others were stunned. Their eyes widened, faces etched with disbelief. They stood there dumbfounded, completely motionless!
Qin Heng parked the car on the side of the road, opened the door, and stepped out.
He glanced at the two Bentleys and the Ferrari, his gaze calm, as if he were looking at two pieces of trash. He then turned to Qin Yun and smiled. "Little Yun, when do we leave?"
