"That luxury car is yours?" Manager Zhang looked incredulous.
"What do you think?" Ye Chen retorted.
This time, Manager Zhang didn't speak. Just as the security called, Ye Chen's phone rang. What more could he say? It was obvious the Cullinan belonged to Ye Chen.
One must know that as a manager, he only earned a few hundred thousand a month, while Ye Chen's Cullinan was worth decades of his hard work.
Thinking about the mockery he just directed at Ye Chen, he felt deeply embarrassed.
Ye Chen walked out the door towards the luxury car the security mentioned.
He opened the car door, got in, and parked the car in the parking lot.
As Ye Chen left, the hall buzzed with discussions.
"Damn, is Ye Chen a rich kid here to experience life?"
"Driving a luxury car to deliver packages, we can't understand the world of the wealthy."
"If I were that rich, I'd definitely have fancy cars and beauties around me; I'd never do a courier job even if it killed me."
