"This car is great in every aspect, except it doesn't have good music, but don't worry, I know an awesome radio station."
Mike reached over and fiddled with the car's controls for a moment, then rhythmic singing emanated from the radio.
Rap, the very genre Gao Guang greatly disliked.
But Mike immediately started bobbing his neck and cranked up the volume to the max, forcing himself to shout over the noise, "How about this, how do you feel now? Ha, JAY Z, I like him, do you like him?"
Muscles twitched in Gao Guang's face as he couldn't help but turn down the volume, saying, "I don't like rap, I like rock, and besides, we have things to do, roll up the windows for me."