"You blockhead!" Ning Chenyang couldn't help but laugh.
"Alright, stop joking around. How long from our compound to the amusement park?" Sheng Xiaoguang asked.
"It's not close." Ning Chenyang had been to the amusement park many times, so he knew the route by heart.
"At this speed, won't it take us over an hour?" Sheng Xiaoguang was still dissatisfied with the car's slow speed.
"If you think it's slow, you drive?" Ning Chenyang was fooling around, but seeing so many pedestrians, he was still very cautious.
"Fine. I won't rush you then..."
Pedestrians on the road dodged as they saw the car.
The car was occupied by a few five- or six-year-olds — how reliable could they be?
Some drivers even got so scared they wanted to take a detour: "Wow! Am I seeing things? Is there anyone in that car or not?"
Seeing the terrified expressions, Bean Sprout proudly started humming a song.
