Mo Nanjue nodded, reached out and grabbed the car keys from the coffee table, "I bet she's absolutely willing."
Chen An glanced at him, "You're so sure?"
Mo Nanjue walked out first.
The two of them went to the garage. Mo Nanjue got into the driver's seat, gripped the steering wheel with a look of disgust. He glanced around, "Hey, can't you replace this Porsche of yours?"
Chen An fastened his seatbelt, then looked up after hearing this, "So what do you suggest replacing it with?"
"Get a better one, how can you drive this?"
"Like what?"
Mo Nanjue's eyebrows knitted together. Seeing him about to speak, Chen An quickly interrupted, "Fine, if we replace it with a Phantom or a Bugatti as per your suggestion, and if one day you crash it in a bad mood, where am I supposed to find another one for you?"
"How should I know," Mo Nanjue started the engine and stepped on the gas, and the whole car sped away, "That's your problem to worry about. I expect to see a Phantom by tomorrow."
