Lin Xiaoyun shook her head. "There's no need to thank Brother Feng like that. I'm just envious for a while; maybe after some time, I'll get over it."
Chen Dali nodded. "Brother Luo Feng, you're too polite. These days, it's very rare for anyone to be willing to lend money. Xiaoyun, you should remember what Brother Feng has done for you."
Luofeng knew Chen Dali was someone who cared about face. He wouldn't casually call someone "brother," but he was indeed approaching thirty. From the time he had called over a pretty but vapid guy at the bar and lost face with Luofeng, leading him to arrange the car racing event the very next day, it was obvious. He was a good person, but he cared too much about his face.
"I think I'd better go for a second-hand car," Lin Xiaoyun said.
