Cen Muyun was so shocked his soul nearly left his body. Forgetting all about appearances, he bent over with his butt sticking out and rapidly circled his car.
There were two glaringly obvious scratches along both sides of the body, each perfectly straight, as though they had been drawn with a ruler. The sight stabbed at his eyes.
Cen Muyun gritted his teeth. That brat's driving skills were really something!
"Guo Lantai, look what you've done!"
Just as Cen Muyun was beside himself with anguish, Song Anning came over.
His expression was even more exaggerated, and he cried out as if he were more heartbroken than Cen Muyun himself. "That bad? Fixing the original factory paint at this level will cost at least a hundred thousand, won't it?"
Cen Muyun rolled his eyes and glared at him. "Do you think I need you to tell me that? Besides, is this even about the money?"
Song Anning nodded sympathetically. "Right. Second Brother Cen isn't short on money. Guo Lantai really went too far. His driving is obviously excellent, so why wasn't he more careful?"
Squatting on the ground, Cen Muyun couldn't help snorting inwardly. How had the guy not been careful? Could he have taken care of both sides so neatly if he hadn't been?
He had been especially careful!
Meanwhile, Guo Lantai rode his motorcycle through the gates and immediately slammed on the brakes.
After getting off, he beckoned to the stunned security guards. "Could you help me put this in the garage? This is your President Cen's precious baby, so be careful. Don't scratch or bump it. Not just anyone can afford to pay for the damage."
A guard hesitantly spoke up. "But you..."
He swallowed the words he had been about to say, signaling his companion with his