Peng Xiaoyong wasn't entirely wrong, but he always liked to speak in that pretentious tone, as if everyone else in the car were immature kids while he was the only knowledgeable one.
This annoyed Liu Shuo, who couldn't help but let out a cold snort.
He thought to himself, "Who do you think you are? If it weren't for your little connection to my brother, I wouldn't even acknowledge your existence on the street!"
In reality, Zhou Yuwen was slightly older than Peng Xiaoyong, so he wouldn't bother getting into any childish quarrels with him.
Sitting in the passenger seat, Zhou Yuwen glanced around at Liu Shuo's Toyota Camry and asked, "This car's from 2007, right? It's older than you, isn't it?"
"2005," Liu Shuo corrected.
Zhou Yuwen changed the topic, and Liu Shuo followed along, commenting about how the car was a bit worn out.
"My dad's been leaving it at home unused. I use it to get around."
Zhou Yuwen said, "Isn't it fine for driving? Why bother with a new car?"
