"Ah, that car… Old Fang's kid bought it for his dad. Oh, right, sweetie, is that car called a Jinniuxing or something? Honestly, that kid… If you're going to buy a car, you should get a good brand, not some minivan brand. But I'll admit, these knock-off cars look really nice these days. If you didn't look at the logo and just saw its shape, you'd think it was more expensive than our big Honda."
Old Zhang spoke casually, but his daughter and son-in-law were dumbfounded.
The two exchanged a look, wry smiles appearing on both their faces. Seeing her dad getting carried away, Old Zhang's daughter quickly cut in, "Dad, don't just say things like that. That's not a Jinniuxing, it's a Lamborghini. Our CR-V can't even afford one of its tires."
As she spoke, she hurriedly pulled her father toward the house. 'Are you kidding me? How embarrassing would it be if someone overheard?'
However, Old Zhang was also shocked by what his daughter said, and his voice unconsciously grew louder:
