A few typical shut-in guys pointed at Liu Ruyan's body, their eyes showing greed.
This time, Liu Ruyan became even more upset.
"Which eye of yours saw that I'm his girlfriend? Are we even a match?"
"Match! Very much!"
Someone answered her directly.
Match? In what way are we a match?
Both Lin Zifeng and Liu Ruyan had this question in their hearts at the same time.
"Beauty with a fancy car, that's reality, how can it not match?"
Someone said.
The people around remained silent.
A fancy car with a beauty, what a real issue...
"You guys..."
Liu Ruyan was speechless from anger, she stomped her foot fiercely, immediately opened the rear door of the Porsche Cayenne, and quickly jumped in.
"Drive!"
Liu Ruyan said coldly.
"Didn't you disdain my car for being crappy? Without a custom-made 'Bugatti', no limited edition Rolls-Royce, and not the luxurious and grand Lincoln stretch, yet you're sitting in this broken car?"
