"Let's go," Yao Tang said as she glanced at the car beside her. "I'll get the car, and we'll head to the Music Association first."
Hearing that she wanted to drive, President Tan was quick to stop her.
She had just come of age this year. Although they were in a deserted area, he was still worried about her driving into a more populated place. After all, once they head back to the city, the streets wouldn't be as empty as this one.
It would be terrible if something had happened.
"You drive!"
President Tan glanced over at his son. "Can't you do something clever for once?"
"Oh, right."
Tan Jian pouted. "You know, I feel like you just keep bringing me around because you need someone to drive for you. I'm not your driver, you know."
He spent the last hour trying to protect his father with a baseball bat.
Now, he was calling him stupid.
He really had a hard life.
