The Bentley moved swiftly, easily overtaking Zhang Shaowen and the others to be the first to arrive at the grand hotel's parking lot.
As he approached the hotel entrance, Zhao Dong's lip couldn't help but twitch at the sight of the opulent sign. How did this group end up booking a room at a hotel under my name?
SCREECH!
A series of shrill braking sounds echoed from behind as Zhang Shaowen and his friends got out of their cars, staring at Zhao Dong in astonishment. "Zhao Dong, when did you get here? How did that Wuling of yours get here so fast?"
Zhao Dong responded indifferently, "What's it to you?"
Zhang Shaowen's face darkened. "It's none of my business, but I wanted to remind you to slow down in that old rust bucket. Otherwise, you might crash."
