"That's great! We knew you'd have a plan."
Hearing this, everyone gave her a thumbs-up.
So, after leaving the restaurant, the group went to the parking lot and drove to the bar together.
There were four cars in total. Besides two Volkswagens belonging to other classmates, Cheng Yi had a Porsche SUV worth around 700,000 to 800,000 yuan.
Yang Siqi, on the other hand, drove a Mercedes E-Class, which was a bit less expensive.
But it didn't matter. It was just as popular with the classmates, and like the Porsche, it filled up quickly.
In contrast, the two Volkswagens at the back each still had an empty seat.
Once they were on the road, the people in one of the Volkswagens—a group of close-knit classmates who hung out regularly—started chatting freely, not holding anything back.
"Look at them. The second they see someone rich with a luxury car, they start sucking up."
"What's so great about being rich? What a poser. In the end, she's just destined to get screwed by some guy!"
