Thinking about this, Chen Yan's eyes gleefully shifted towards Yu Qiao Qiao.
Then, he turned his eyeballs, coughed, and said solemnly, "Alright. Since you put it that way, I won't ask for the reasons."
"Let's continue our conversation."
After saying this, Chen Yan sat back on the sofa, leaned against the backrest, looked at his iPad, and said, "Since you have accepted the villa, maybe it's time for you to change your car too?"
Hearing Chen Yan's words, Yu Qiao Qiao looked up blankly at him.
Chen Yan explained, "You see, you are living in such an expensive villa, but still driving a Porsche worth only a few hundred thousand. Doesn't that downgrade your status?"
"How about I swap it for a Ferrari?"
"The one I own, what do you think?"
Yu Qiao Qiao stared at Chen Yan, her little head couldn't quite follow this logic and could only numbly nod her head, "Okay...okay."
