"And he bought you a Porsche, too?"
Gu Lanxin's eyes suddenly lit up as she asked cautiously, "Little Moon, did that man really buy you a Porsche sports car?"
With tear tracks on her face, Zhong Tingyue nodded gently. She was too heartbroken to notice the hidden meaning in her mother's tone.
"Yes, a Porsche 911."
"Little Moon, he's so good to you," Gu Lanxin blurted out, her face a mask of astonishment.
As a mistress to men of high society, Gu Lanxin knew far more about luxury brands than Zhong Tingyue; she was familiar with all sorts of expensive bags, watches, and sports cars. She was naturally aware of the Porsche 911. The son of a powerful figure in Zhong Tingyue's father's family owned one, and it was supposedly worth millions. With her current status, she wouldn't even be qualified to meet a rich heir like that. Even her own man wouldn't casually spend millions to buy a Porsche as a gift for someone.
But now, her precious daughter had one.
