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"Brother Bao, even though you're our bro, this... this is a bit shameless, isn't it…" Qian Jiale felt a bit indignant. "Do you dare to compete with us?"
Yan Xiaobao: "Compete on what?"
"You can't just charge forward and force the beauty to call you her husband. Let her choose who to go with herself." Qian Jiale was quite confident in his charm.
"Sure." Yan Xiaobao suddenly found it quite amusing.
Competing over who's better at winning wives? There's no way he'd lose.
"Great, it's settled then." Tang Wenjun also seemed eager to give it a try.
Yan Xiaobao grabbed Tang Wenjun and Qian Jiale, and the three of them pushed straight into the crowd. The originally packed crowd, tight as a drum, seemed to part on its own, creating a path. The trio effortlessly made their way to the front of the Maserati, where they also laid eyes on the car model gently leaning against it.
