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Chu Zhiyi: "Why?"
Her colleague said seriously, "Your family drives a Maybach. Can you really take the subway and drive a Lightning Cat every day?"
What's wrong with a Lightning Cat! Isn't a Lightning Cat also a car!
Chu Zhiyi said pensively, "The subway I take never gets stuck in traffic; it's worth billions. Isn't it more expensive than a Maybach?"
Colleague: "...Well, if you put it that way, you're not wrong."
After they jokingly exchanged a few words, the person in the car got out.
Chu Zhiyi glanced over and couldn't help but slightly raise her eyebrows when she saw the person's face clearly.
The man who got out of the sports car had chiseled features and stood around one meter eighty-five tall with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, looking to be about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old.
Wasn't he the same man who had appeared on the road when she bumped into Chu Zuo that day?