Qin Long pointed his chin toward a distant display stand, which was draped in a red cloth that hid its shape from view. Zhang Meilan and Tang Xuewu also looked on with confusion. All they could make out was the overlapping double-R logo.
Had Qin Long actually custom-ordered a Rolls-Royce? He already bought an Audi worth several hundred thousand, so how could he still have money for a Rolls-Royce?
While they were still reeling in shock, Qin Long slowly hobbled toward the Rolls-Royce with his cane. Tang Xuewu immediately went to his side to support him, and Zhang Meilan swallowed hard as she followed closely behind.
"Excuse me, sir. This is a custom-ordered vehicle and is not for sale," a saleswoman with a stunning figure said with a beaming smile.
"I am Young Master Qin," Qin Long stated calmly.
