"Huh?"
Chengze Home, Building 5, Apartment 201.
When Lin Shen casually dropped the line, "Four or five hundred thousand wouldn't even cover a fraction of my car's price" in the living room, Lin Qinghai's immediate reaction was sheer disbelief.
"Keep bragging," Lin Qinghai scoffed, curling his lip in disdain. "As your old man, don't I know exactly what you're capable of?"
"Why don't we go down and take a look, then?" Lin Shen shot him a provocative glance before a wicked smirk spread across his face. "If I really do have it, Dad, you'll have to bring out that fine liquor you've been hoarding for years and give it to Nan. If I don't, I'll give you another surprise later."
"Fine, let's go!"
