The car door opened, and a handsome and tall young man got out of the car and followed behind him, a little girl who looked as delicate as porcelain dolls.

"Isn't this Jiang Bo?"

"It's the boy from the Jiang family. Didn't he drive a BMW before? Why did he change his car like Shi Yu?"

This car is naturally Maybach 62s, and the young man must be Jiang Bo.

Holding Mu Baixin's little hand, Jiang Bo said a few words to An Jiadong in the driver's seat, then looked at the neighbors around him and smiled, "Uncle Wang, what are you doing? Are you having a meeting?"

An old man in his sixties immediately smiled: "Isn't this Zhiyu driving a three-million sports car back? Everyone was curious and came over to see, you two collided."

"Boy Jiang, who is this little baby?" asked an old lady.

"This is my goddaughter, bring her here to pay New Year's greetings." Jiang Bo said, and said to Mu Baixin: "Girl, call me."

Mu Baixin glanced at the old men and mothers around her and said timidly: "Hello, grandparents..."

"Oh, this little girl's voice is so sweet. Come on, grandma will give you candy." An aunt happily found the candy from her pocket and handed it to Mu Baixin.

She didn't go to pick her up at first, but looked up at Jiang Bo. After seeing him nodding, she smiled and took the candy and said thank you obediently.

After saying a few words to the neighbors, Jiang Bo led Mu Baixin to Jiang Haiming, "Dad, why are you hiding here? Don't you know me?"

"Look at you having a happy chat, I didn't disturb you." Jiang Haiming spoke calmly, glanced at the girl beside Jiang Bo, "Let's go, go home and talk about it."

"Okay." Jiang Bo nodded and led Mu Baixin to walk home with his father.

After the three of them left, there were only a few people watching the car.

Sister Liang asked Fang Zhiyu in a low voice, "Zhiyu, what kind of car is Jiang Bo? Do you know him?"

"…know." Fang Zhiyu said with a lip service.

"Is that expensive? How about comparing to your car? It should not be as good as you, it doesn't look round at all." Sister Liang said.

In her eyes, the Maybach 62s looks a bit ugly, and it is not as good as Fang Zhiyu's Porsche 911.

However, after hearing this, Fang Zhiyu's mouth twitched twice and said embarrassedly: "Mom, the price of that car is three or four times that of mine, and it's not comparable."

"What? That car is three or four times that of your Porsche?" Sister Liang said loudly.

Fang Zhiyu's face turned dark and he thought to himself why his mother's voice was so loud, which attracted many people's attention.

Helplessly, Fang Zhiyu could only nod and smiled: "Yes, depending on the model and logo, Jiangbo's car is Maybach 62s. I don't know what the specific price is, but it should not be less than 10 million. It is the same car as the richest man."

Sister Liang doesn’t want to speak anymore.

In the crowd, the old men and women were all in an uproar.

"Turtle, this car is no less than 10 million?"

"I just said that this car is very expensive at first glance, and it is also equipped with a yellow card with a driver, so it must be very expensive."

"Ten million, what's that guy Jiang Bo doing? He actually drives such an expensive car."

"Old boy, Lao Jiang, you have planted it well. Why is my son not so successful?"

"Look, this is someone else's son."
Chapter completed!