"Lu Ning, can you actually drive? If not, let your uncle do it. Driving without a license is very serious!"
All the way, Wang Ying kept nattering.
Lu Ning, formerly the Young Master of the Five Poisons Sect, had a driver's license but usually had his subordinates drive for him.
Plus, he had lost his memory for three years.
Just getting used to a manual transmission car, he was indeed not quite comfortable.
He had only driven a few kilometers when the car stalled five or six times, and he almost rear-ended a truck.
Wang Ying's face had turned dark.
If Lu Ning had actually crashed, selling him wouldn't cover the damage!
"Cough cough... Auntie, no problem!"
Lu Ning's face was full of embarrassment, and he thought to himself: After being foolish for three years, I've regressed so much I can't even drive.
Good thing my memory came back.
Otherwise, if I stayed foolish for a few more years, I would have been really done for!