Yang Yan raised an eyebrow:
"Nonsense! If we're going to pretend, we might as well do it convincingly."
"Who would believe our identities if we don't have a car? We need a car, and a luxury one at that, to match the roles we're playing now."
"Two young masters from a wealthy business family! Without a hint of a spoiled brat air, it just wouldn't work."
Ao Tian asked, still puzzled:
"So what?"
Yang Yan shrugged helplessly and asked back:
"Do you think a strong woman, upon meeting a mysterious man she likes, would want to rely on him or control him?"
Ao Tian responded immediately without thinking:
"Of course, she would want to control him! But doesn't that mean we have to play the role of a pretty boy?"
At this point, Ao Tian's expression became a bit odd.
But he quickly nodded:
"According to you, apart from having money and being a bit handsome, our identity lacks any real power, making us easy to manipulate."
