Da Gang's car, among all the black cars, could be considered relatively easy on the eyes.
Compared to the line of cars parked at the curb that looked like they'd been discarded from a junkyard, Da Gang's black sedan at least appeared decent on the outside.
As for the interior, the ragged seat cushions, the dust in the crevices... let's not even talk about that.
The young girl forced to sit in the backseat resembled a tiny quail, her large eyes brimming with tears that were yet to fall.
Su Li, disdainfully flicking away the cigarette ash that had landed on her leg, turned to the girl behind her and said, "Sister, how about you give this ride to me, and you hail another car?"
The young girl glanced outside, hesitated for a moment, and finally whispered softly, "The other cars look even more run-down than this one..."