Yang Chen: "Don't worry, I'll teach you with all my strength. If I can get up tomorrow morning, consider it my failure."
Tang Xia: "Alright. Where's your car?"
Yang Chen pointed at his car and said, "That's my car. They say my kind of car can't carry a pretty girl. Do you mind?"
Tang Xia: "Not at all. What's important is not the car, but the driver. Let's go."
With that, Tang Xia pulled Yang Chen over, and under everyone's surprised gaze, got into the car.
Yang Chen said to the dumbfounded car owners, "Guys, see that? Only those with serious personal shortcomings need money to compensate. Got it? You all wait here patiently while I take the campus beauty out for some fun."
After saying that, Yang Chen got in the car and left.
The group of luxury car owners exchanged glances and then looked down at their own cars, suddenly feeling that Porsches and Mercedes weren't as appealing.
...
Tang Xia laughed and asked, "They bullied you for driving a Jianghuai?"
