"Xiangjun, your car is incredible. You know what? It's a pain to charge at home, but I don't mind driving a bit farther to a fast-charging station. I'll bring my car over tomorrow and you can let me drive this one. It's not like you use it much anyway, just working at the shop all day!"
Zhao Xiangjun couldn't be bothered with him. "Where's this apartment of yours?" she asked. "Let's see it and get going. Do you know what time it is?"
Zhao Hui then remembered the task at hand and led the way upstairs. Mr. and Mrs. Zhao had already been here once in the afternoon. Knowing their son's true intentions, they remained silent the entire way, feeling a little guilty.
"Look at this, even the elevator is pretty fancy!"
Zhao Xiangjun had no idea how he could tell. The outside of the elevator was covered in wooden boards, likely put there by property management to protect it from damage during residents' renovations.
