After Qin Feng helped Yao Li into the car, Yao Li looked at the bright red seats and trim and said, "Porsche Cayenne, 4.8 turbo. Definitely better than mine!"
Qin Feng chuckled, "It's not about how fancy the car is. The key is your skills behind the wheel!"
Yao Li covered her mouth, giggling, "That's what losers who can't afford a good car say! Put a Wuling van over there. No matter how good your skills are, you won't outrun a sports car in that!"
Qin Feng looked at Yao Li and sighed, "Do you know what's really annoying about you?"
"What exactly?"
Yao Li pouted her lips.
Qin Feng didn't hold back, "That pride of yours! Not to mention the distant past, even two or three decades ago, we were all just poor folks.
Society just has different jobs, but no profession is beneath another. Everyone is equal in dignity.
