Zhang Jingdong said confidently, "You know, don't you? My Bugatti Veyron has crashed and is still being repaired, and my Enzo Ferrari is being used by Jieyu, so I don't have a car right now."
"Then how did you get here just now?"
"Took a taxi."
Lin Qingci was shocked, "I didn't expect such a wealthy boss like you to be so down-to-earth!"
Zhang Jingdong pouted, "What's the big deal? When I first started college, there was a time I went to the city for fun, and to save two bucks on the bus fare, I walked over ten kilometers back to school."
Lin Qingci's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, "...You're really something."
Then the two of them arrived at Lin Qingci's Porsche 911.
Seeing Zhang Jingdong naturally open the car door and get into her car, Lin Qingci felt a bit embarrassed, but she didn't stop him.
But the fact was, in all her years of driving, she had never let a man sit in her passenger seat before.
