"Huh?" Pei Xiaoru froze, then chuckled. "Come on, old classmate. You're laying it on a little thick. We've known each other forever. Is there really any need for that?"
Zhang Yang was at a loss for words. He wasn't one to show off, but he wasn't the type to hide things on purpose, either. He hadn't expected his old classmate not to believe him.
"Here." Zhang Yang held out his wrist. "This watch should be good enough to meet the landlord, right?"
"What kind of watch is that? It looks pretty expensive." Pei Xiaoru leaned closer for a look and gave her offhand opinion.
Well, from the look of her, it was obvious Pei Xiaoru didn't know much about watches.
"Forget it." Zhang Yang pulled his wrist back, feeling like he was talking to a brick wall.
"I don't know watches, but I know cars. Where's your car? Where's the Bentley?" Pei Xiaoru asked with an amused smile.
"I was in a hurry, so I didn't bring it," Zhang Yang replied casually.
Besides, he'd come out today to pick up the Cullinan. Why would he have driven the Bentley?
Pei Xiaoru chuckled and said nothing. She got up, fetched the coffee, and brought it over to Zhang Yang. "Zhang Yang, we're old classmates. There's really no need to put on airs with me. I'm not going to laugh at you."
Zhang Yang didn't bother explaining. He simply tossed the Bentley's winged key onto the table with a slap.
Pei Xiaoru's eyes went wide. She stared blankly at the car key on the table.
"Th-this is...?"
"I really didn't bring the Bentley. But I'm going to pick up my Cullinan in a bit. If you're interested, I can take you for a spin."
Pei Xiaoru's expression froze. She didn't speak for