Wu Limin, though still shy of twenty, had been driving for quite a while and was truly a young, experienced driver.
At a glance, he could tell that something had transpired between Feng Jun and the beautiful sales guide.
However, as much as he thought this, his face remained amiable as he spoke, "Oh, insurance, all those are just trifles."
Hearing this, the beautiful sales guide looked at him, then turned to Feng Jun with a radiant smile, "Thank you, President Feng."
Wu Limin's lips twitched slightly, and he felt somewhat annoyed inside: Isn't it my money that's being spent here?
After this encounter, Feng Jun's impression of Wu Limin had improved somewhat. He didn't like owing people favors – since you've gone to the trouble of sucking up to me, I can be a little nicer in return.
