After sitting down in the passenger seat, Zhao Xiaoqing couldn't help but say, "I wouldn't have guessed, Leng Xuan, that you were so wealthy to afford such a sports car."
Leng Xuan could only offer a bitter smile and said, "I borrowed the car!"
"Borrowed?" Zhao Xiaoqing was taken aback, before she had a sudden realization and thought to herself, 'That makes sense, how could he possibly afford such a luxurious sports car? So it's borrowed!' However, she quickly became curious again. Just what kind of person was Leng Xuan? To be able to borrow such a car, his identity must be quite extraordinary, right? She couldn't help but ask, "Leng Xuan, what exactly do you do for a living?"
Leng Xuan looked puzzled and said, "Don't you know what I do?"
Zhao Xiaoqing replied irritably, "If I knew, I wouldn't be asking."
"Hehe!" Leng Xuan said, "Then what does your brother do?"
