That evening, Qi Sheng personally drove, bringing Tao Siyao along to pick up her parents.
Seeing the red Cullinan approaching from a distance, Tao Ronghui couldn't help but feel a little envious.
Even though his own car was a Bentley—a vehicle far beyond the reach of ordinary people.
But compared to a Rolls-Royce, a Bentley would always be second fiddle.
What's more, his car was a Bentley Flying Spur, their most entry-level model.
It wasn't even the Mulsanne, their most prestigious model.
The starting price of a Cullinan alone surpassed that of Bentley's most expensive model, the Mulsanne.
Not to mention, the cost of a Cullinan's optional features and market-price adjustments had always been staggering.
The golden Spirit of Ecstasy truly captured the tastes of the ultra-rich.
"Old Tao, this car is truly magnificent!"
Xu Huifang couldn't help but remark to her husband as she watched the Cullinan draw near.
"Of course it is. That car costs ten million."
