Including the aunt who just mocked.
She asked jokingly: "Xiaoyu, this car costs five or six hundred thousand? That's a bit exaggerated, isn't it? I've never even seen this brand."
"You not knowing it is your problem, but this car indeed costs five or six hundred thousand. If you don't believe me, you can ask your son, he at least uses the internet. Let him search for Wen Jie M9 and he'll know." Qin Xiaoyu spoke directly: "You might just call your son right now."
The aunt was quite angry, and she got motivated, aiming to expose their pretentious showoff, so she made a video call to her son who was at work.
"Hello, son, what are you doing?" The aunt smiled at the camera.
The young man on the screen complained: "Mom, don't call me with video during the day, I'll get scolded by my boss. What's up?"
"Nothing much, I just wanted to ask if you recognize this brand of car?" The aunt then switched the camera to the front of the car.