But anyway, since the other person was Cheng Yiyi’s close friend, Song Rui still decided to learn more about her. He glanced again at Cheng Yiyi, who was sitting in the passenger seat with a reserved smile, and sighed silently to himself. He and Cheng Yiyi were no longer possible, so he only hoped that if Brother Yan really managed to win her over, he would treat her well... That day in Hang City, although Song Rui was quite shocked, he later came to terms with it. If he were a girl, he might also be smitten with a man like Zhou Wang. After realizing the gap, Song Rui instead let go, which allowed him to reconnect with Cheng Yiyi. After all, they were childhood friends, and he still hoped she would have a good life. Zhao Yan’s family was no worse off than his own, so if Cheng Yiyi could really be with him, it shouldn’t be too bad... ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ NoveI-Fire.ɴet As Song Rui’s mind wandered, the traffic ahead finally started to ease up. The Maserati GT soon turned onto another street and before long arrived at the entrance of Beidou No.1 Courtyard. The security guards registered their IDs one by one, verified the license plate again, and confirmed with the resident before finally letting them through. The Maserati GT drove into the complex’s underground parking lot. "Wow, the security in this complex is so strict, they even register the IDs..." Xu Jing, who hastily stuffed her ID back into her bag, couldn’t help but exclaim. "This is one of the best complexes in Beidou, all the big stars live here, how could the security not be strict?" "How much per square meter is this complex?" Cheng Yiyi, who hadn’t said much along the way, spoke up at this time. "The price has dropped a bit now, but for a better unit, it’s twenty to thirty thousand, and the larger units are around three to four hundred square meters." "That’s not over one hundred million, right?" Cheng Yiyi reflexively commented. Zhao Yan was stunned for a moment, probably not expecting Cheng Yiyi to say such a thing. Did you think tens of millions for an apartment wasn’t expensive enough? Cheng Yiyi just subconsciously remembered Zhou Wang’s penthouse mansion in the "Spring Eye" in Ming City. Seeing Zhao Yan’s astonished look toward her, she realized she misspoke and quickly laughed: "I just thought, in such a top-notch complex in Beidou, it shouldn’t be just this price, I’ve seen more expensive houses in second- and third-tier cities..." "Well, Yiyi, this is Beidou, you can’t just look at the surface here. First, you should know that not everyone can buy a house in Beidou, especially luxury homes in such locations. Even if you have money, you might not be able to buy it because it represents a kind of social class. Those expensive places in other provinces are just for nouveau riche, can you compare?" Cheng Yiyi agreeably nodded. Soon, the car entered the garage area. From this point, Zhao Yan became more cautious, constantly pointing at both sides and exclaiming: "Look at the cars parked in this garage, Rolls-Royce Phantom, Ferrari 458, Bentley Continental, my two-million-yuan Maserati isn’t cheap but dropped in here, I’m embarrassed to say it’s mine..." "Damn, Lamborghini SVJ63... looks like it’s brand new too, which master’s car is this!" Zhao Yan, his eyes scanning both sides, suddenly exclaimed, pointing at a car in the garage. The group followed his gaze and were slightly astounded, not just because of the stunning appearance of the limited edition Lamborghini, but also because the vehicle was parked so casually, diagonally occupying three parking spaces... It seemed that even the way it was parked exuded a kind of lavish arrogance.