Upon seeing his rival, Qi Sheng, Zhao Lei instinctively sized him up from head to toe.
Around 6'1" and handsome.
Dressed in designer brands, his background was clearly impressive.
But he was still confident he could win the beauty's heart.
Not every man could afford to drive a Maybach.
Sure, his Maybach was just an entry-level S400.
But with a starting price in the millions, it didn't lack for prestige in the slightest.
No matter where he drove, it made him the center of attention.
Sure, Qi Sheng was a bit more handsome and a bit taller.
But when it came to real financial power, the guy was just an amateur.
Zhao Lei was very patient. He didn't fly into a rage just because he was rejected.
"Since you have plans, Teacher Pei, I won't bother you. Next time you're free, I'll book a table at Yu Zhilan in advance."
