"Did you suddenly get a work assignment? You've been glued to your phone."
Zhao Qingtian, sitting in the car, said, "We're downstairs at your place."
"It's not work, just some personal business."
Chen Jingjia said without looking up.
The photo had arrived, but it only showed the front of the car. Chen Jingxian couldn't be bothered to take pictures from other angles.
'What is this thing? Some stupid, clunky, crappy domestic car.'
Chen Jingjia opened the photo, zoomed in on the car's emblem, and stared at it for a while. When she realized she didn't recognize it, she automatically classified it as a trashy domestic car.
"What are you mumbling about, some crappy domestic... Holy crap, a Maybach!"
Zhao Qingtian was shocked. "This car isn't cheap."
"Can you not be so dramatic? It's just a domestic car. Is it really that big of a deal?"
"You're saying this is a domestic car?"
"If it's not domestic, what is it?" Chen Jingjia said, pointing at the picture.
