"It's six o'clock now, brother, where's your black Bentley Mulsanne?"
"What's up?"
Song Yiheng chuckled, "Mengmeng prefers something more stable, doesn't she? My sports car isn't stable enough, so I'd like to borrow yours for a spin."
"What about yours?"
"I sent it for maintenance, and it's not ready yet."
Mengmeng?
That dimwit Lu Meng?
She prefers stability? But isn't it Song Yiheng's sunny and simple-minded nature that she really likes?
"Brother, say something," urged Song Yiheng, sounding rather anxious.
"Hmm."
Song Yiheng's face lit up with surprise, "Brother, are you going to lend it to me?"
"No."
There was silence on the other end for a few seconds.
Then came Song Yiheng's exasperated voice, "Brother, why won't you lend it to me? It's not like you're short of a car!"
"Oh, I'm in a good mood today and I feel like driving that one."
"Can you switch to another one for today? I have to pick up Mengmeng!"
Song Yunchi sneered, "No."
