Qian Qi opened the car door and sat inside. No wonder it's a custom Hovercar—it perfectly adjusted the interior space according to her limb length, allowing her to maneuver the steering ball more comfortably.
"Let me take a look..." Qian Qi flipped through the manual. She hadn't touched a Hovercar in a long time, her hands felt rusty, and she needed to refresh her memory.
Just at that moment, Qian Qi's Light Brain received a call.
Su Ang's voice from the other end was cold yet pleasantly melodious: "Did you receive the car?"
Qian Qi's voice sounded like clattering pots and pans: "Received! It's stunningly gorgeous, incredibly high-end, and fits my style perfectly! You went out of your way, senior! You're the nicest person I've ever met!"
Su Ang's thin lips involuntarily curled upward.
He had been praised as a good person by many before, but he never felt happy, perhaps because those people were sincere, yet he didn't see himself as a good person.
