"You have a car, so why take a taxi?" Ye Feng asked Wen Lan, pulling her aside with a puzzled look.
Wen Lan was taken aback, then seemed to understand something, a hint of panic spreading across her pretty face:
"No... this is your car, not mine! When I have time, I'll go buy one for myself!"
Wen Lan never accepted gifts from men, even if the man in question was Ye Feng.
What's more, this was a Mercedes 600, an absolute luxury car for the average person!
She definitely couldn't accept such a precious thing!
Ye Feng seemed to understand Wen Lan's thoughts, and looking at her panicked face, he couldn't help but smile slightly:
"I think you're mistaken! Today, I simply helped you buy the car, and moreover, the car's cost was paid with your money, so naturally, the car is yours!"
Er...
Ye Feng's words made Wen Lan pause, and just as she was about to say something, Ye Feng had already made a beeline out of the car: