Upon hearing that his car had been smashed, Mei Wenhua's face changed immediately.
To what extent do men love their cars? Some say, cars are just like a man's wife.
In fact, it might be even less painful to have your wife scuffed, but if the car gets scratched, it would be heart-wrenching.
Of course, this is only true for a portion of men who are crazy about their cars.
And Mei Wenhua was just such a man.
He immediately rushed downstairs.
When Mei Wenhua got downstairs, he found his car in perfect condition, without a trace of damage.
"Oh, sorry, I looked at it wrong." Wang Dadong grinned at Mei Wenhua, flashing a mouthful of white teeth.
Seeing his car was fine, Mei Wenhua finally breathed a sigh of relief, glaring fiercely at Wang Dadong, but feeling somewhat smug inside.
Mei Wenhua certainly had a reason to be smug. Could he not see the unusual relationship between Wang Dadong and Zhou Hui, but so what? Who cares if you're just a poor loser?
