Lin Gantang stood in front of the new car looking through photos, guessing her brother Lin Zhaonan's reaction, she chuckled: "Beautiful."
Jiang Tongtong heard her and thought she was complimenting the sports car, saying, "Tangtang, do you like it? Want to drive? I'll go get the car keys for you."
"I'm afraid my brother would be heartbroken." Lin Gantang put away her phone.
"But isn't the purpose of buying a car to drive it?"
Letting his own sister drive it, what's the big deal, Jiang Tongtong said, "Or do you like something else? I'll bring all the keys, you pick your favorite; there's no point in having so many cars at home."
Lin Gantang laughed heartily, wanting to pinch Jiang Tongtong's earnest face.
She figured out how to casually take her brother's precious car.
But she didn't make a move, afraid that Lin Zhaonan would grab a knife and come back from the company. She said with a smile, "My brother's car is like your lipstick, can never have too many."
