"Lazy girl, get up quickly! Xiaoyu is here to pick you up, we need to leave right away!" Wang Lijuan grumbled as she urged Ye Wei, "Hurry up, don't keep Xiaoyu waiting, his Rolls-Royce fleet is still downstairs waiting for us!"
"What?" Ye Wei almost doubted her own hearing.
What's happening? Rolls-Royces? Could Zhu Xiaoyu afford such cars? Given his situation, it would have been impressive enough if he and his friends could scrape together a decent convoy of cars.
The relatives at Ye Wei's home were even more astonished; they knew Ye Wei had found herself a lame partner and said they were coming to the wedding today, but it was more about flaunting their superiority.
But hearing that Zhu Xiaoyu was coming in a Rolls-Royce, some of their faces turned sour on the spot.
Even the wealthiest among them only rented a basic entry-level Bentley at the time, which was still a notch below a Rolls-Royce.
