Xi Nanfeng always gets the itch to show off every time he buys a supercar.
But he finds driving alone way too boring, so he tries to drag his best buddy along.
Unfortunately, Mo Qian couldn't care less about his enthusiasm and flatly declined, "Sorry, I don't have time."
Even if he had time, he wouldn't go on a joyride with another guy.
He's not crazy.
"Don't tell me you're working overtime on a weekend!"
Xi Nanfeng clicked his tongue twice and started badgering him in earnest. "You've got to stop being such a workaholic! Learn from your pal here. You've gotta know how to enjoy life! Come on, come on, I'll take you for a spin by the beach, then we'll hop on a yacht, catch some sun, maybe do a spa day – you'll love it, guaranteed!"
"Ask Ye Cheng to go with you."
Mo Qian gave a detached response and turned to leave.
"Don't mention him. Just talking about him pisses me off!" Xi Nanfeng retorted angrily. "I called up Old Ye, and guess what? He ran off to Heng City!"
