Nick Zeller's face looked so sour it was almost unbearable.
But today was Lawrence Winters' special day, what could he do about it?
Could he refuse?
Of course not!
"...A little sports car? What little sports car? I've told you, you can't drive that kind of car! A sports car in your hands is a weapon of mass destruction!" Nick Zeller grumbled indignantly, "Just buy a regular domestic car!"
Lawrence Winters wasn't willing, dragging out his words, "Uncle! What kind of uncle are you? Last time it was a BMW, now you just want to get rid of me with some thousands-of-dollars car? Are you trying to brush off a beggar?"
"You give beggars thousands of dollars?" Nick Zeller mocked her, waving his hand, "Alright, alright, I'll think about it some more!"
The people in the living room watched the banter between Nick Zeller and Lawrence Winters with smiles, feeling quite happy.
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