"Oh? Really?"
Chen Feng raised the corner of his mouth slightly, asking with a playful expression.
"Really? It has to be! You tell me, what qualifications do you have to compete with me?"
The young man glanced at Chen Feng, full of arrogance, and said, "I have money, I'm handsome, I can sing, dance, rap, and play basketball. You can say I'm multitalented and young. You're just a poor loser, what do you have to compare with me?"
As he spoke, the young man pointed to his fiery red Lamborghini parked on the roadside, and said proudly, "See that? Limited edition Lamborghini, current market price at least 20 million pounds. This is my proudest ride. Can you afford it? I'm afraid even if you work hard all your life without eating or drinking, you might not afford even a wheel of my car! What do you have to compare with me?"
"Limited edition, huh? Let me see!"
