Xu Xiangyang and others followed the old woman onto the stretch black limousine parked by the side of the street.
The giant cicada vanished between heaven and earth, and the street in Xu Xiangyang's eyes returned to its former peace and bustle. This cool ride with its streamlined shell attracted a lot of curious looks from passersby.
"Hey, it's my first time riding in this kind of car."
Zhu Qing Yue was the first to climb into the back seat, gently pressing the leather seat cushion beneath her, saying with a smiling face:
"I've only seen these on TV before."
Even the rich high school girl with a personal piggy bank was enjoying this kind of treatment for the first time.
However, Xu Xiangyang and Lin Xingjie clearly couldn't relax like her, not even the feigned kind of "relaxation"—the loss and silence on their faces were visible to the naked eye.
