"Wow! Jeremy, your relative is really amazing. Is this car worth millions?"
"This is the first time I've seen such a handsome car, thanks to Jeremy. I learned a lot today."
The crowd gathered around the Ferrari to take pictures, while Harry stood on the side with his eyes widened.
No one cared about his Porsche.
It was being praised before, and the next second, it was defeated by the Ferrari.
He seemed to be getting angrier and angrier as he watched, and undeterred, he came up to me and asked.
"Jeremy, is this really a car belonging to your relatives? It's not something you rented just to show off, right?"
Hearing his words, a few classmates also looked over with puzzled gazes.
It was indeed a bit sudden for someone who usually looked ordinary to suddenly be picked up by a relative in a car worth hundreds of thousands of dollars.
I shrugged and blurted out, "How can I afford to rent? Do you think it's possible?"
Someone suddenly spoke up loudly, "It's really impossible!"
Harry frowned even more, his tone was impatient.
"How is it not possible?"
The classmate recognized the style of the car and quickly said.