The taxi driver glanced at the two men, puzzled as to why these two grown men were clinging to each other so intimately.
But then he thought about how there are all kinds of people in society these days and decided not to comment further, instead asking, "Where to, gentlemen?"
You Feipeng replied coldly, "Wanghai First High School."
The driver hit the gas and casually said, "Is this big brother here to pick up his kid? You don't look that old, but your kid's already in high school. You must have married young."
You Feipeng grunted, too lazy to answer.
The driver continued, "Did your kid get in on grades or through a sponsorship? I heard the kids there consider it a failure if they don't get into a 211 university."
"Got in on grades," You Feipeng's tone carried a hint of impatience.
"That's quite good, unlike my second child, who just plays and doesn't focus on studying."
