Chen Suyi looked at the rich second generation's friend circle and laughed, "Xiao Mei, you've been deceived."
"Ah? How is that possible? I went and saw it myself! He just ran away from home last month after having a fallout with his father." Xiao Mei's attitude towards Chen Suyi was obviously much better than towards others.
Pointing at the luxury car, Chen Suyi said, "This car is indeed a BMW, but it's actually the cheapest series, priced at only about three hundred thousand, and look how worn the seats are. Do you think a rich second generation would have a car like this? Even if he is indeed out of money now, let's not forget, it's been less than a month since he had that argument with his father. Could a month have worn these supposed genuine leather seats to this extent?"
"Then..." Xiao Mei began to hesitate.