Gu Nianzhi turned to look at the source of the sound.
In front of the street lights of the parliament building, there was a long, silver, black sedan parked. It looked very low-key, like a Passat.
However, Gu Nianzhi's eyes were sharp. From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the front sign of the car. It was not a Passat, but a huiteng.
The price difference between the two cars was ten times that of the Passat. Huiteng was no longer produced, so the rarer it was, the more expensive it was. In the eyes of car experts, the huiteng, the most expensive model of the old model, had already been hyped to a sky-high price.
Gu Nianzhi could not tell what kind of model this car was, but she knew it was definitely not cheap. Grandfather Huo was nothing now, but he could actually afford a huiteng..
She narrowed her eyes and turned around to stand silently under a tree by the side of the road that had already lost all its leaves.
