The Chapter of Shooting Himself in the Foot
Liang Xiao's eyes darted around, and he immediately went to stand beside the big Benz, which was covered in a thin layer of dust. Pointing at it, he said, "Who—who says I don't have money, a house, or a car? This is my car. Look, I drove it all the way to Huxi, and it's covered in dust from the road. If I can afford a car like this, how could I not afford a house? Xiao Rong, don't look down on me!"
Why should he apologize for getting a girl through his own skills?
On one side was his cousin Li Bai's Santana 2000; on the other was a Mercedes with a conspicuous three-pointed-star logo on the steering wheel. The visual contrast was tremendous.
Zhang Rong was immediately speechless.
She eyed him suspiciously. Had that Liang really driven a Mercedes here?!
This car had to cost over a million! He was damn rich!
If he could afford a car worth over a million, he could naturally afford a house worth that much, too. Back in their small hometown, a million could buy a nice two-bedroom apartment.
The tricks this loser pulled were something else. The thin young man did have a knack for thinking on his feet.
Actually, if Zhang Rong had walked halfway around the big Benz and seen its Huxi City license plate, she would have started to doubt him immediately.
Who the hell would believe he'd driven all the way from their hometown in a car registered in Huxi City?!
But Liang Xiao firmly blocked Zhang Rong, making sure she couldn't get a good look at the license plate.
"Make way, make way!"
Li Bai shoved Liang Xiao aside, opened the door of the big Benz, and pulled