"Mom, what are you talking about..."
Heather Crowe was full of embarrassment, stammering, "The Camry is also nicely parked. It's luxurious and imposing, it gives off a good impression when driven out."
"Pff, impression my foot. I see all my colleagues driving SUVs, I want an SUV too!"
Hearing Heather's words, Zac Crowe became as anxious as a child who was denied a toy, and irritatedly said, "If I don't get to drive that Wrangler, I'm not going to class."
"Oh come on, it's such a great class, how can you not attend?"
"Do you know how many connections we pulled to get you in there? How can you just say you're not going to attend?"
The Crowe family was startled and quickly began to try to persuade him.
"It's okay, you'll drive it, just take the Wrangler later."
Jasmine Lampe was also in a hurry, comforting her son before she coldly turned to Alfred Webb and said sternly, "Adeline, if his job is delayed because of this, I will not let this go. Just sort it out yourself."
