Wang Lan didn't like playing with cars, but he knew how to drive. Before Wang Ling went missing, Wang Lan had been taken by her to learn how to drive in one of their sports cars when he was very young. At that time, Wang Lan wore an expression as if he had seen through the vanity of the world.
"Mom, do you think it's appropriate to put a seven-year-old child in the driver's seat?" young Wang Lan had once asked, a question that seemed to come from the depths of his soul.
Although Wang Lan was an experienced driver in his past life, at that time his arms and legs were so short that if he reached for the brake or accelerator, he couldn't see over the car's hood. Driving? Wasn't that courting death?
"Black Girl can already drive. Lan, you're so smart; surely you're not worse than Black Girl, right?"
