Halfway through, Lu Beixiao could not help but pour scorn on the Cadillac that was pleasant to the eye but of no use.
"With all the fancy looks, it's still useless. It runs slower than a motorcycle! What a waste of time and money!"
His uncle was, once again, a target of the contemptuous remark.
"Lao Wan, speed it up to the maximum!" Du Jun, who was seated in the front seat, made a loud and clear request.
The request was greeted with Lu Beixiao's derision, "How fast can it go with a weight of over three tons?"
Du Jun decided to keep quiet, this time, as he finally realized that Lu Beixiao could never be satisfied. Someday, he would impress Lu Beixiao so greatly that he would throw himself down at his feet in admiration.