Upon hearing this, Xue Yuanqing no longer insisted and simply nodded. "Alright, then." He handed the car keys to Xue Yang. After his son took them, the pair quickly approached the Wuling van and got in, one on each side.
After buckling up, Xue Yang skillfully started the engine.
Xue Yuanqing knew then that his son hadn't been bragging; he really had been driving in Yancheng and was already quite comfortable behind the wheel. He had been driving for years, often taking Xue Yang to and from school. Now, he could finally sit in the passenger seat and let his son take the wheel. This feeling was magical, but more than that, it was touching.
Zhong Hailan and the other two waited where they were.
"It's so boring waiting here. I should have gone with them," Xue Xing said idly.
"There are too many cars in the parking lot. You should just stay here with us," Zhong Hailan said.
"Auntie, I'm already sixteen. I'm not a kid anymore," he protested.
