"Ha ha ha..." Xiang Yiren laughed heartily, clutching her belly.
"Miss Fan, your cousin is just too funny."
Fan Yi's face turned an ashen hue. As soon as Xiang Yiren mentioned the car, Fan Yi had noticed its emblem. With her more than a decade of experience in Dahu City, she knew that the car wasn't the cheap domestic Chery Qilin her cousin was talking about. It was an international luxury brand, a Bentley, which was much more expensive than a BMW. Although she didn't know the exact model, its price could easily be ten times that of her base model BMW X1.
"Xiao Fan, shut up! Don't say another word!" Fan Yi commanded her cousin.
If he kept talking, she couldn't imagine how much more face she would lose. For someone who cared so much about her reputation, it was unforgivable. At that moment, she even felt the urge to "return" him like a faulty product, even if it meant enduring her mother's complaints.
