After leaving the hospital, Bei Shan stared at Xu Cheng in the driver's seat with deep resentment and said, "Didn't you say you can swipe your face like a credit card in Shangcheng? Why did I still have to pay? Junior Brother, this isn't very honest of you, don't you know?"
Xu Cheng started Bei Shan's sedan, which was a low-configuration Passat.
He snorted, "You are the sky king of the Dragon Division, and you were making fun of me. Why do you also drive a s--t box?"
Bei Shan: "Obviously, I drive it because I have no money. You are facking loaded, so why are you driving a Santana? It was made in 2000 too! If I was a traffic police officer, I would ticket you every day!"
Xu Cheng: "But my annual inspection and emission rate are all up to standard though."
Bei Shan was worried about his car. "Drive carefully, don't scratch it!"
Xu Cheng: "Where are we going? Your home or my home?"
