Zhao Bin is not really suited to take women's things, let alone a Ferrari, this car has now stopped production, but the price is there, more than three million!

Sitting in the driver's seat and feeling the power of the car, Zhao Bin likes it very much. The key is pulling wind.

Half an hour's journey, Zhao Bin took less than fifteen minutes to reach Xialing's neighborhood. The turnaround rate was quite high. When Zhao Bin opened the car door, he had such a moment of trance that he really thought he was a rich second generation.

"Well, this is a good car, isn't it?" Xia Ling looked at Zhao...