Lin Zhong kicked Chu Feng out of the car and instantly felt refreshed and cheerful.
He leaned back in his seat, his eyes narrowing comfortably as he hummed an old song softly.
The driver in front had been watching the whole time and now couldn't help but crack a small smile.
Lin Zhong, squinting, asked grumpily, "You're Xiao Wang, right? What the hell are you laughing at, mocking your commander here?"
Driver Xiao Wang wasn't intimidated by him and replied with a smile, "You remember who I am, so why do you insist on calling me Xiao Wang every single time?"
Lin Zhong said proudly, "I like giving you nicknames, that shows I'm down-to-earth and don't put on airs. I'm willing to mix with you hillbillies, otherwise why would I be so popular?"
"Sure, sure, we're all hillbillies, and you're a cultured man, a cultured man who never even went to college."
