The security guard saw Yang Fei feigning ignorance and was immediately amused, waving his hand.
"Scram, scram, scram, don't get in the way of my work, are you really here to buy a car?"
"The screws here, you couldn't afford one in eight lifetimes!"
He said, and then simply started to push Yang Fei.
"Hey, isn't this Mr. Yang Fei? What, you're here to buy a car too?"
Just then, a haughty voice tinged with a slick tone rang out behind the security guard and Yang Fei.
Turning around, they both saw a handsome yet pale-faced guy.
At that moment, he was looking at Yang Fei with a mocking expression.
This man was Long Shaoyang, his arm draped around a woman in a fiery red long dress.
The fabric on her barely covered more than three palm's worth, her S-shaped figure scandalously hot.
Yang Fei barely managed to recognize in surprise.
The heavily made-up, fashionable woman before him was none other than Yang Qiqi, who had been pure and pretty just a few days prior.