Looking at the bewildered expressions mixed with shock on the faces of the uncle and the young man, Chen Mo glanced back at his own car, "Well, I've been driving this car for many years. I usually drive it to make money while traveling."
The two companions immediately circled around the food truck several times, touching and sighing, finally turning back to look at their own food trucks.
People, you know, can't help but compare.
Cars, they're the same.
Both of them wished they could throw away their own cars and replace them with a food truck like Chen Mo's.
"By the way, I ran into that policewoman again today. She told me if we keep running, even if the police see us, they won't really chase us. Is this true or not?"
The uncle shook his head, indicating he knew nothing about it.
The young man seemed thoughtful, "It's possible."
"Oh?" Chen Mo asked, "How so?"
