The little girl's eyes were burning, and the corner of her eyes looked out. Her eyes flashed, and she suddenly laughed. "Bill, don't pretend to be ignorant. Your father just runs a small company. What's the big deal?" She pointed to the Aston outside and said, "Since your family is so rich, why don't you buy a cool sports car like that? Your father only drives a Mercedes Benz. Only upstarts like Mercedes Benz! "
Bill was irritated by her words. He rolled up his sleeves in anger, ready to make a big move. The smell of gunpowder in the air became more and more intense.
Sitting in the cubicle, she heard their conversation clearly. Eva remained silent. She had encountered such a scene many times when she was a child, and she had long been accustomed to it. However, the boys were all impulsive. They needed to mediate in order not to escalate the conflict.