Su Li just couldn't take it anymore. The clamor from the grown man was like having a hundred frogs strapped to his body. She stiffened her face and changed the subject.
She patted the dilapidated vehicle, which seemed on the verge of falling apart, and asked with confusion, "Didn't I transfer a lot of money to your account? Why not get a new car? This one is too broken down."
The middle-aged uncle immediately shot Su Li a reproachful look, "It's just a means of transport, as long as it works, that's all that matters. No need for anything fancy."
Right after that, he pompously continued, "Our research funding has to be spent on 'sharp blade.' We absolutely can't waste it."
"....But, if the kind-hearted Miss Su wants to sponsor a new one for us, we wouldn't refuse," he added.
The middle-aged uncle's sleazy smile was so greasy that Su Li turned her head away, unable to bear looking at him, "Heh, you wish."
