Traffic

Then, Ye Xuan smiled and said, "Do you feel like a road tyrant when you drive this car out?"

Liu Yun also got into the car, buckled his seatbelt, and smiled.

"Brother Ye, don't say that. When I first drove this car, I saw a bunch of cars parked by the roadside. I really couldn't help but almost hit them. This car is too thick and hard. I feel extremely safe driving on the road."

"Your father really knows you. He knows that you like to crash cars, so he changed it to something sturdy and resistant."

"Haha, Brother Ye, you're joking. In a lawful society, as a good citizen, I'm still very honest."

After Liu Yun finished speaking, he turned the car key and slowly drove the thickened Mercedes-Benz out.

They passed through the quiet scenic area and drove steadily onto the main road.

Ye Xuan leaned against the seat and crossed his legs. He was amused by Liu Yun's words.