"Expensive, affordable, flashy, or low-key, all kinds of cars with good performance - just tell me if you see one you like, if not, I'll choose for you," Qiao Chengxun said to himself, not hearing Wen Meimei's refusal at all.
Several "#" signs appeared on Wen Meimei's forehead again. Qiao, the King of Hell, at least listen to what others have to say!
Seeing that she didn't respond, Qiao Chengxun added, "If you don't speak, I'll just choose for you."
Upon hearing this, Wen Meimei immediately compromised, "If you insist on buying one for me, then just choose one of those cars that cost around a hundred thousand and suit girls; something too flashy is inconvenient to drive anywhere."
The identity of Mrs. Qiao had already exposed her to enough scrutiny. If she started driving a luxury car worth millions, would she ever have a peaceful day again?
"Okay," Qiao Chengxun readily agreed.