Lin Li became a man with half his pants missing.
The two of them began circling Chen Yuying like the King of Qin around a pillar. After going around for a while and ignoring Ding Sihan's barking, Lin Li asked, "Have you called a ride?"
"Not yet." Ding Sihan was tired from chasing him too, so she stopped and shook her head.
"Then I'll call one."
"Sure."
Having received permission, Lin Li walked over to an electric scooter parked nearby and punched it.
"I've hated the sight of you for ages! Sticking out here like a nail! Just looking at you annoys me!"
"Beep—woo—beep—woo—beep beep beep beep beep!"
That punch had nearly annihilated the boulevard, so the anti-theft alarm went off right on cue.
"OK, the driver should've gotten the notification. Let's wait for him to pick us up."
Lin Li returned to his spot and endured the two girls' looks as if he were an idiot. Ding Sihan in particular suspected he was making a veiled jab at her.
"What kind of calling a ride is that?!"
"I'll do it." Chen Yuying smiled and used her phone to call a car.
Less than five minutes later, a BYD pulled up in front of the four of them, radiating authority.
Remember, the flower language of a BYD was—"the last digits of your phone number."
There were only two kinds of cars in the world that could enter high-end venues without condition: Maybachs and BYDs. That did not mean they carried the same prestige, however. Even among experts, there were differences.
—Remember, anyone a Maybach could pick up, a BYD could pick up too. Anyone a Maybach could not pick up, a BYD could still pick up.
If you drove one to have an affair, and someone's husband saw his wife