Beauties always cheer people up," Lin Fan said and stepped on the gas. The car lurched forward, startling the man into nearly falling to the ground. Only then did he back off, leaving the parking space entirely and driving off into the distance. Through the rearview mirror, Lin Fan saw the man cursing behind his car, which made him feel quite happy.
After searching around, Lin Fan finally found a parking spot in the distance. He parked the car, grabbed two bottles of Moutai, and jogged towards the reserved private room. He arrived right on time and pushed the door open, only to find four people already seated. Leading them was Zhu Defu, sporting a potbelly, with his official wife beside him—a stout woman in her forties with a tough-looking face and plenty of attitude.
The other two, to his surprise, were the very same couple who had earlier fought over the parking space. Talk about a small world!
"Uncle Zhu, sorry I'm late..."
