Chapter 43 Shuijun Lake

The male salesperson might have had "second year middle school syndrome," he might not have—it didn't really matter. What mattered was that Suming indeed liked the Wrangler a lot and paid for it the same day. He went to the DMV to pick a license plate and received a temporary plate.

"Damn, how are we going to handle two cars?" Wang Hao looked at his Wolfsburg Edition Tiguan and then at Suming's Wrangler.

With the two cars parked side by side, the Tiguan, which could usually hold its own in terms of appearance, paled in comparison to the very individualistic Wrangler and was completely turned into just another car.

"Each drive our own car, each return to our own home, each find our own mother," Suming said, as if it were obvious.

"No way! Today I have to properly take your car for a spin. Otherwise, I definitely won't be able to sleep tonight, feeling all unbalanced. I'll leave my Tiguan here and come get it tomorrow."