"What? Rented?"
Zhang Xiaoming glanced at Sun Haiyang, then at Tang Feng, and again at that cool Ferrari F8, looking somewhat puzzled.
With a smirk, Sun Haiyang said, "You guys can't seriously think he could afford a Ferrari, do you? How long has he been out of school? What job could he have that earns him 5 million?"
Upon hearing Sun Haiyang's analysis, everyone found it reasonable.
They were very familiar with Tang Feng's family circumstances and knew that they could hardly offer him any help.
And he himself had only graduated a year ago.
By his own efforts alone, what job could earn him so much money?
"Why so silent? Is it because I've exposed you, leaving you speechless?"
Seeing Tang Feng say nothing, Sun Haiyang thought he had guessed correctly and became even more proud. "Tang Feng, what's the point of this? We all grew up together; no one will look down on you. Why puff yourself up at your own cost?"