Zhang Heng grabbed the car key from Fox, and together with Little Boy, went up to the second basement of the parking lot.
"Can you really tell if a woman is really jealous or just pretending?" he asked her as they approached a black Volkswagen Transporter that had seen better days.
Opening the creaky door, Zhang Heng slid into the driver's seat, moved it to his position, and adjusted the rear-view mirror.
"No, why would I bother myself with such trivial matters?"
"..."
"I only said it to make him feel bad. Anyway, there's no actual way to verify such things," Little Boy said, "hey, do you really know how to drive?"
"It feels bizarre to have to answer the same question twice," Zhang Heng replied
"It's not too late to give up now. It's better to admit defeat than to put on an act and then get caught later."
"Yes, yes. I'll try not to let the cat out of the bag."
