Hu Yidao fell right into his trap. If Yan Fei really explained it properly, Hu Yidao might still feel inferior because of the smartphone usage. But Yan Fei's 'bragging' tone made Hu Yidao give a thumbs up: "Not bad, not bad. But Brother Fei, carrying an Old School Mobile Phone while riding a bike seems a bit improper. Why not get a Volkswagen Beetle to drive?"
Upon hearing this, Yan Fei knew that Hu Yidao's hometown probably hadn't changed much from Sancha River Village five or six years ago. Because terms like Old School Mobile Phone and Volkswagen Beetle have long been phased out in Sancha River Village.
"Got one at home, just didn't drive it." Yan Fei replied calmly. "Afraid driving it would make me look too badass, making you look like a complete country bumpkin."
"Then bring it on!" Hu Yidao didn't know if he was telling the truth or not and instinctively felt that Yan Fei was still bragging. "Drive it here and take your bro for a spin, enjoy the ride!"
