"This is a Ferrari SF90! There are only three in the country, and only the richest person in New York, Philip Franklin, has this car. It's impossible to rent it!"
Some students immediately took out their mobile phones and googled, quickly confirming that this statement was correct.
Harry's face turned pale this time, and he asked incredulously.
"Is this car Philip Franklin's!? Is your relative the richest man in New York?!"
In an instant, everyone was looking at me.
I smiled and nodded, "Yeah."
This car was bought by my dad.
My dad... How couldn't he be considered my relative?
I walked past Harry with my hands in my pockets and went to the front of the Ferrari.
Uncle James cooperatively opened the car door.
I turned around and asked sincerely.
"Harry, do you want to ride in my relative's car and experience what a luxury car is like?"
Harry naturally couldn't face me and left dejectedly.
I gave a ride to some classmates on my way home and waited until they all got off before asking Uncle James.
"Uncle James, why did you drive this car out?"
Uncle James was a little confused, "Master, you told me to wash the car yesterday and said that I must drive this one today."