Uncle Zheng silently cursed in his heart; trying to find a car under a hundred thousand in your garage, isn't that asking for trouble?
A bicycle might be possible!
"Why aren't there any cheap cars!" Gu Xiaoer pouted, feeling troubled.
Han Luoli looked at his wife's little face, which had fallen disappointingly, and didn't want to ruin her mood. He had to settle for next best, "Uncle Zheng, what about your car?"
"Twelve thousand..."
"It's requisitioned."
"!!!"
"Also, Uncle Zheng, purchase a car for the family around a hundred thousand."
"... Yes..."
Thus, Han Luoli drove off with the young woman joyfully in the butler's twelve-thousand-old car.
Scratching his head, Uncle Zheng watched the couple's figures gradually disappear, feeling puzzled: the world of the wealthy is so hard to understand, really hard to understand!
Especially the wife's train of thought, really hard to understand!
