Zhang Meilan was still relentless. "Are you done? Have you forgotten our agreement?"
"I haven't forgotten," Qin Long replied. "I'll go tomorrow, too."
"Even so, the fact that he can afford an electric sedan is shocking!" Zhang Meilan snorted coldly and left.
Tang Xuewu pondered for a moment, then clenched her fists and pushed open Qin Long's door.
Qin Long was pleasantly surprised to see her.
"A-Long, you really didn't have to do this," she said softly. "I don't really need a car. You don't have to do this for me…"
She didn't want her mother to mock and scold Qin Long anymore, so she tried to soothe him and protect his masculine pride. "My office isn't far from home. I can take the bus or ride my bike; it's perfectly fine."
Looking at the kind woman before him, Qin Long's heart filled with emotion.
