Feng Lina sat in the car, looking around, "You didn't used to stay in the Capital City often, did you?"
Zhang Yu replied, not in the best mood, "Yeah, I wasn't here before. I mean, come on, you're a high-level executive at an international investment bank; haven't you been in all sorts of cars? You've even flown on private jets; do you have to act so inexperienced?"
"Of course I've been in cars; I'm just curious that you managed to borrow such a nice car in the Capital City." Feng Lina was really surprised. She'd heard from a friend that someone was lending her a car, thinking it would be slightly better than an ordinary one. Who would have thought it would be a Cullinan?
Of course, more than the car itself, what really shocked her was the license plate that seemed so ostentatious. If Zhang Yu hadn't brought her to sit in it, she wouldn't have believed it was Zhang Yu's temporary vehicle.
