Seeing the woman successfully open the car door, Tang Feng suddenly felt dumbfounded.
He thought he had found the wrong car and quickly confirmed the license plate.
It was indeed his newly registered Ferrari.
Since he hadn't found the wrong car, how did this woman manage to open his car?
While he was unable to figure it out, the woman had already pulled open the door, preparing to sit inside.
How could he tolerate that?
He had already been nice enough to let her pose with it.
But sitting inside was a bit too much, wasn't it?
He immediately strode over, reached out, and grabbed the woman, "Miss, this seems to be my car, right?"
The woman was startled at first, a flash of panic crossing her face.
But she quickly regained her composure, shook off his hand, "Are you sick? This is clearly my car, how did it become yours?"
As she spoke, she hurriedly glanced at her phone screen.