Cen Muyun had made nothing of himself, yet he had never thought much of Song Anning deep down. Naturally, he did not hold back when he spoke, and his tone grew increasingly mocking. That last remark in particular left Song Anning unable to swallow or spit out his anger, nearly suffocating him.
What did he mean, surrounded by beauties on both sides? Which eye had seen that?
That Guo Lantai had not even gotten the chance to come and go with Cen Muxiao. The only one standing shoulder to shoulder with Cen Muxiao was himself, all right? Why was he elevating that Guo guy the moment he opened his mouth?
He was inwardly fuming, trying to think of how to regain some dignity with his words, when the man who had been chatting with him for so long without wanting to leave his seat suddenly widened his eyes and looked ahead. After confirming something, he immediately got out of the car.
"Oh my! Speak of the devil, and the devil appears. Isn't that my new brother-in-law? Cool!"
Cen Muyun stared brightly across from him, looking as though he was about to whistle again.
As his words fell, the abrupt roar of a motorcycle engine suddenly sounded from deep within the courtyard.
Song Anning looked toward the sound and saw someone riding a motorcycle rapidly toward them from afar. Its deafening roar echoed through the sky; it was clearly accelerating.
"Fuck! He's accelerating right from the start. Does he even know how to ride?"
Cen Muyun no longer had the mind to tease anyone. He rushed to his car in a few quick strides and spread his arms protectively in front of it. Was this a joke? He had only been driving this new car for two days. It had cost