With his hand pressed against the glass, Tang Xiaoquan leaned in to look inside the car. Despite the dark tint film obstructing his view, he could still vaguely make out a human figure reclining on the passenger seat.
"Phew!" Taking a deep breath, Tang Xiaoquan tightened his grip on the kitchen knife before placing his hand on the car handle. But just as he was about to pull the car door open, a large hand suddenly reached out from behind and pressed down on the back of his hand.
"With that dinky little kitchen knife? Save it, step aside! Watch how your brother Qiang does it!"
The slightly mocking words rang in his ears. Tang Xiaoquan turned to see Wang Qiang looking at him with a grin that didn't quite reach his eyes.
"Damn it!" he exclaimed, flipping his middle finger without hesitation, pretending to be angry as he waved it in the air. His face was full of disdain and scorn for his brother, but deep inside, a warm feeling flowed gently through him.
