"Xiao Tian, let's do this, we'll set off tomorrow. Go back and pack a little." Wang Wanxi quickly made her decision.
Lin Tian knew she was decisive, but didn't expect her to be so straightforward. He nodded and said, "Alright, tomorrow it is. I don't have much, just a suitcase. How are we getting there?" He meant what mode of transportation.
"I heard you won a car from Mo Mingda last time, just drive that." Wang Wanxi said half-jokingly.
If she hadn't mentioned it, Lin Tian almost forgot. The Ferrari he won from a bet last time was still sitting in the Yun Family's garage: "Alright then, it's been sitting there for too long and might get rusty, it should be taken for a spin."
"Oh, by the way, Aunt Wang, I came to find you so late, won't Uncle Yun mind?" Finally, Lin Tian added this line.
