You're Playing with Fire

Hearing that, Su Yang waved his hand. "Hey! No need, no need. I'm simply a car enthusiast who got excited after seeing cars that aren't usually easy to spot on the road. You really don't need to give me one."

"I'm not joking. As long as you like any of the cars in this garage, pick whichever one you want. There's no limit to how many." Zhuang Yong spoke boldly.

"Really, there's no need, Uncle Zhuang. I have quite a few cars myself. I just don't collect classic cars. Your vintage cars really appeal to me, so I'm happy just admiring them."

"Haha, all right."

Zhuang Mengli stepped forward and said, "You really don't want one? My dad has never offered this to anyone before. He won't even give me his Enzo, despite how much I want it."

"Really?" Su Yang turned and smiled.

"Really. I'm not lying."

"Haha, I really don't need one. I'm fine just admiring them."

"Fine, then. You actually gave up such a great opportunity. I don't get it." Zhuang Mengli shook her head while twirling her car keys.

Su Yang walked over, took out his phone, and snapped a picture of the three cars parked together—the 62S, the Rapide, and the Enzo.

He then looked at Zhuang Yong. "Uncle Zhuang, would it be all right if I posted this photo on Moments?"

"Do whatever you want," Zhuang Yong said indifferently.

"Okay." After getting permission, Su Yang opened WeChat and uploaded the picture to Moments with the caption: Had the good fortune to admire three top-tier classic cars. Can you handle this?

He tapped Send.

After posting it, he looked at Zhuang Mengli and gave her a wink. "All done. Let's go."

"Okay. Dad, we're leaving."

"All right. Drive slowly on the way."

"I know. Don't