The vast parking lot fell utterly silent.
At that moment, the pretty women all stared wide-eyed in shock, clearly unable to believe what they were seeing.
How was this possible?
Wasn't this guy just some broke idiot pretending to be rich?
Why was he the owner of a fifty-million sports car?
The sleazy fat man jolted as though struck by lightning, nearly blinded by the sight.
No way!
This guy, who didn't look remotely wealthy, actually owned a fifty-million luxury car?
This fucking joke had gone way too far!
"My friend, don't you owe me an explanation?" Jun Wangchen stared at the sleazy fat man, a mocking smile curling his lips.
The pretty women turned their gazes on the sleazy fat man as well, traces of anger appearing on their faces.
Clearly, they had discovered the truth.
"Well, oh dear, looks like I made a mistake! Buddy, your car looks so much like the Son of the Phantom parked at my house. I'm really sorry I mistook yours for mine." The sleazy fat man's eyes darted around as he hurriedly concocted a lie.
"Buddy, to tell you the truth, the moment I saw you, I thought you were like the finest West Lake Longjing. That faint bitterness is your maturity, and the more one savors you, the richer the flavor becomes. After meeting you, looking at any other man feels like an insult to my own eyes.
"After witnessing the aura you radiate, my heart simply couldn't settle down. As Laozi said, 'The greatest sound is barely heard; the greatest image has no form.' I finally understand what I've been missing: that profound substance born of your unwavering pursuit of truth and tireless efforts to realize your ideals.
"I was so stunned I could barely move. Your presence is so