The three of them got along well with each other as if they were a family. Seeing the scene, I was stunned for a moment.
Feeling depressed, I followed them out the door as well. Unexpectedly, upon leaving the community, I saw Grace leading the boy into a red Ferrari.
Susan also happily got into the car.
I took a closer look, finding that the car was the one that Grace had asked me to buy for her some time ago.
At that time, Grace told me that she liked the car, and I asked her how much it cost.
She showed me the photo immediately and said with a calm voice.
"Not expensive. It's just over one million dollars."
I was stunned, thinking, "When did one million dollars mean nothing to her?"
I could recall what Grace looked like when she first went to university.
Back then, she had two pigtails and carried a woven bag, her eyes full of expectation for the city.
At that time, a bowl of noodles that cost 20 dollars would make her exclaim that its prices were too high.
After they got in the car, it drove away from the community.
I quickly called a taxi to catch up, and the taxi driver glanced at me with a look, showing he knew what was going on.