"Heh, this money is for you and Mom to spend; you don't need to save it for me. Besides, this car is for you. Now you can finally take it for a spin without any worries, right? Let's go, or Xiaojin will start walking back on her own."
Wouldn't you know it, with his worries gone, Father Fang's hands really started to itch for a drive.
It was just that the car was so luxurious he was a little hesitant to get behind the wheel.
Seeing his hesitation, Fang Chenyi gave him some personal instruction. His dad's driving skills were really something else; Fang Chenyi only had to explain things once before Father Fang was able to drive off.
Feeling the soft, sofa-like seat beneath him, Father Fang kept his eyes glued to the road ahead, clicking his tongue in amazement.
