The heart was filled with a thousand tangles, silver teeth clenched, yet unable to speak the true words of the heart.
"Haha—what else can be said, just say whatever comes to mind." Lin Zifeng laughed and gently pushed Jingjing's delicate body aside as he walked towards the red Ferrari.
"Oh, Jingjing, this car is not bad, driving such a Ferrari at night, aren't you afraid it's too flashy?"
"Except for this Ferrari being low-key at home, there's nothing more low-key than this one." Jingjing said casually.
"Uh..."
Lin Zifeng was speechless, damn. Besides driving a Ferrari being low-key, there's actually nothing more low-key than a Ferrari at home? Just how rich does one have to be for that?
"The car is nice, but just a bit too flashy."
Lin Zifeng walked to the car with a smile, opened the door, and touched the strong streamline sense of the material.
His mind marveled in secret.
