Upon hearing this sentence, Cheng Yuheng suddenly had an idea.
He lifted his little head and, looking at Nangong Lie with eager eyes, deliberately tempted, "Uncle Nangong, which sports car is your favorite? Wouldn't you like to take it out for a spin yourself? I like that black one, the limited edition worldwide."
"Good taste. I also like that black one, but my brother likes it too, and he won't agree to let me drive it randomly."
Nangong Lie had no guard up against Cheng Yuheng.
So, Cheng Yuheng took his hand and walked to the sports car, continuing to tempt him while observing.
"If we could just sit in the car and listen to the sound of the engine starting, it would be wonderful. Really, Uncle Nangong, don't you want to try it?"
"I want to try... but aren't you afraid your daddy will get angry...?"
Nangong Lie was already wavering.
Hearing this, Cheng Yuheng felt a sneaky joy in his heart. He wanted to do something that would make the big baddie angry.