Sitting in the front passenger seat of Panamera, Wang Zhong's smile disappeared, appearing extremely reserved.
Wang Yan joked with him in a friendly manner. "All the second generation fanciers of cars are ridiculing me as a sucker. Panamera neither has the performance of a supercar, nor the comfort level that suits their social status. The buttocks are so ugly and so on...
But who cares about them! Cars are a means of transportation. Liking them is the greatest reason.
Right, what type of car do you like?"
Wang Zhong thought for a moment before replying with a little embarrassment, "I might prefer a 5 series SUV. However, I don't know when I'll be able to afford it. How much salary can we get after graduation..."
He was quite frank.
The young master analyzed for him in a serious manner. "That will depend on how you plan your future.
