Fang Cheng was carefully maneuvering that huge black SUV.
With beginner-level driving skills, he finally found a barely fitting parking space on a slightly wider roadside.
Seeing the car almost graze the wall, he helplessly shook his head.
Knowing his mom's fondness for nostalgia and living in a lively old neighborhood, he regretted buying this gas-guzzler.
A MINI or a compact like the Fit would probably be much more convenient around here.
After turning off the engine and getting out of the car, Fang Cheng casually picked up the newly bought dark blue canvas shoulder bag from the passenger seat.
Even though the Illuminati account now had tens of millions, and he himself was quite wealthy, he still preferred these cheap street vendor items costing just a few bucks.
They're sturdy, durable, spacious, and most importantly, low-key enough.
Even if it got scuffed in a fight, he wouldn't feel bad.
It's practically perfect for a tough guy like him, who often ends up in brawls.
