"Where did you get that idea? When did I ever say I wanted to keep you?"
Tang Feng, puzzled as a monk who was clueless about worldly affairs, stared blankly at Jiang Zi.
"Then why would you give me such an expensive car?" Jiang Zi retorted confidently.
"I temporarily don't need this car, and it's just lying around here, so since it's inconvenient for you to commute, I thought you might as well use it. Isn't this just rational allocation of resources? Aren't you thinking too much?"
Tang Feng felt she was being somewhat nonsensical. How did lending her the car get twisted into the idea of keeping her?
"Really?" Jiang Zi asked, still somewhat skeptical.
"If you don't believe it, forget it. It's like a dog biting Lu Dongbin—you don't recognize a good heart." Tang Feng said, about to put the car key back in his pocket.
But Jiang Zi snatched the keys back before he could, her smile blooming like flowers, "You already agreed to lend it to me, where's the sense in taking it back?"
