Jiang Xiaowai's shrimp definitely didn't come free; he had to yank down the "Beijing King of Cars" crown, nearly making Jiang Chengsi die of anger. He just knew this brat never buttered people up for no reason—there had to be something up.
"Fourth Uncle, you're the person who understands cars best in the whole world, and the coolest driver too, you're the best!"
"There's no uncle under the sky better than you."
"You're handsome, you drive cool, and you're a great guy."
...
Jiang Xiaowai's compliments came one after another, and they were indeed very pleasant to hear.
But Jiang Chengsi wasn't stupid after all; the kid's flattery was way too obvious. He glanced at Jiang Jinsang, who was sitting diagonally across, and caught the faintest shake of his head.
He cleared his throat lightly. "We'll talk about buying a car later. Let's eat first."
Jiang Xiaowai pursed his lips, clearly quite unhappy.
