The chubby guy had a pained expression on his face, his gaze somber as he looked at him, like a deeply aggrieved woman in seclusion.
Qin Hao felt goosebumps all over his body, "Don't look at me like that. If you can get your weight down to 140 kilograms, I don't mind giving you the car."
"Hao, are you serious?" The chubby guy's eyes widened immediately upon hearing this.
Qin Hao nodded, "Yes, Tian Yamei and the others are listening too. As long as you slim down, it's yours."
Upon hearing his words, Tian Yamei and the other two looked at the chubby guy with envy—whether it was losing weight to 140 kilograms or even just to 100 kilograms, they'd be willing.
After all, we're talking about a Porsche worth over one million three hundred thousand.
Qin Hao said, "Tian Yamei, you hold on to this key. If you need to go out for official business, use this car. If Mr. Kang wants to drive it, he needs to report to me first, I'm afraid he'll crush it."
"Pfft"