At five in the afternoon, Shen Lu suddenly heard an unusual engine roar from outside.
A moment later, a matte-black armored vehicle stopped at the entrance.
'Why does this vehicle look so familiar?' Shen Lu muttered to herself, standing in the doorway. The next second, the door opened, and Wu Jun emerged, pushing Fu Cheng in his wheelchair.
Shen Lu: ???
Once Fu Cheng was inside, Shen Lu asked curiously, "Where did you go?"
"This armored vehicle's performance can't compare to Zhao Qian's, and its gas mileage is worse, but it's more than enough for you," Fu Cheng said with a gentle smile. "It should last you until next spring."
"You went and got me a vehicle?" It dawned on Shen Lu. "Where on earth did you get it?"
"That's not important. An armored vehicle handles a little differently than a regular one. Have you decided who's going to drive it? While the driver is still here, they should get some special training."
