Yang Fan executed a sleek drift, parking the car perfectly in front of Old Zhou's store.
Old Zhou extended his hand to wave away the dust that had been stirred up to his face and shouted loudly, "Fanzi, do you have any public manners at all? Are you parking or trying to give me a mud facial?"
Yang Fan pulled up the handbrake, jumped out of the car, and said with a laugh, "Your storefront is so clean, it's like Tian Gaofei licked it clean. Where's this dirt coming from? Speaking of which, weren't you two supposed to be on a business trip? Don't tell me your business trip was just holding teacups and sunbathing?"
"Don't even start with me; we were doing it for your own good," Old Zhou scolded with a smile, "You know already?"
Yang Fan nodded. "You two were acting so weird yesterday; at first, I thought you were scared and planning to run away and hide. But when I asked about it, I ended up uncovering my own issues."
