“Passat?” Cheng Yuan paused, he scowled and tried to recall the price of a Passat, he remembered Lin Chang Yi used to own one during his university times.
Long Chen Yu heard Cheng Yuan’s doubts, he dismissed Cheng Yuan’s question as sour grapes and scoffed, “Why? Do you look down on the Passat? At least its worth a few hundred thousands, much better than the domestic cars you’re buying.”
Just as he finished his words, the door bell rang.
Bai An Xiang swiftly got up and answered the door through the live video feed.
“Hello, may I know if Bai Shi Ju is in?”
Bai Shi Ju put down the chopsticks in his hands and went over, “Bai Shi Ju here.”