New, New, New Mount

Lin Yu followed Qing Mo all the way to the garage she had mentioned.

When he first arrived here, Lin Yu thought he had walked into some luxury car exhibition.

It was a sea of brand-name luxury cars.

There were even many car logos that Lin Yu didn't recognize.

For some cars, he couldn't even figure out where the license plates were!

Choose for yourself, see if there is any you like.

Qing Mo, wearing thick loungewear, stood lazily to the side and said,

The keys are all in the cars. You can just hop in and test the feel.

Hearing Qing Mo's words, Lin Yu felt a bit shocked at first.

With so many luxury cars, you just leave the keys inside?

Aren't you afraid...

Afraid...

...

Damn!

Lin Yu figured it out.

What was there to be afraid of?

This was inside Qing Mo's manor!

It was safer than parking in his own rural courtyard back home!

After all, outside his yard, some guy with thieving intentions might occasionally walk by and take a peek.

Here, you couldn't even see them.

Let alone harbor any malicious intentions!

Lin Yu stood there, secretly marveling at the capriciousness of the rich.

Seeing Lin Yu stay silent, Qing Mo thought he was dissatisfied with the car models here, so she explained,

There are a bit few cars here.

If you can't find anything you like, I have an even bigger garage in W City.

Or if you saw a type you like online, you can tell me, and I can just order one for you directly.

No, no need.

Lin Yu's head spun a little; just the dozens of cars here were enough to dazzle him.

Any more, and he would probably get dizzy from looking!

I will just pick one from here.

Saying that, Lin Yu shuttled back and forth through the garage, touching this one and that one.

For a moment, he couldn't decide which one would be best.

After picking and choosing, Lin Yu finally settled on a pure black supercar.

Lin Yu didn't know what brand this car was, nor did he know its features.

He simply took a fancy to its exterior.

Being handsome was enough!

After making his choice, Lin Yu opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat.

Once inside, Lin Yu turned his head and realized this car only had two seats.

A passenger seat and a driver's seat.

Emmmm...

It felt a bit insufficient.

Lin Yu scratched his head.

Forget it.

Two seats it is.

At worst, he would just take them out to play separately.

When the three of them really start fighting...

Pah!

Lin Yu hastily corrected this inauspicious analogy in his heart.

When the three of them truly love each other, it wouldn't be too late to come back to Qing Mo and ask for a four-seater!

While Lin Yu's thoughts were running wild, Qing Mo had already stepped in her cotton boots and silently arrived beside the car door he hadn't pulled shut.

She reached out and handed Lin Yu an already prepared bank card, her voice carrying a trace of natural coldness as she said,

This card has no limit.

Take it and use it.

Hearing this, Lin Yu turned his head, looked at the dark bank card pinched between Qing Mo's slender fingers, then looked up at Qing Mo, and then once again placed his gaze on the bank card in her fingers.

I don't need you to tell me what to do!

Lin Yu snatched the bank card, glared at Qing Mo grumpily, and said fiercely.

After speaking, Lin Yu pressed the close door button inside the car, mercilessly shutting Qing Mo outside.

Once the door was closed, he drove the pure black luxury supercar, revving the engine as he left the garage.

Lin Yu drove away in that expensive sports car.

Only a pungent smell of exhaust was left in the garage.

And Qing Mo, who had been fiercely scolded by the bad Lin Yu for no reason, standing there all alone.

She looked in the direction Lin Yu disappeared, not furrowing her brows to express any dissatisfaction.

Instead, she charmingly stuck out her pink tongue, licked her lips, and then slowly sucked her lower lip into her mouth, gently grinding it with her teeth.

This Lin Yu!

He knows exactly how to handle me...

...

Driving the supercar on the highway of H City.

Lin Yu suddenly felt that driving wasn't so troublesome anymore.

Every vehicle on the road was eager to stay a hundred meters away from him.

No longer did any ill-mannered guys dare to forcefully cut him off or swerve into his lane.

Thinking back to when he drove Xia Muzhu's car, being cut off and having his right of way stolen by others, what kind of bitter life had he been living?

Driving the supercar all the way to the Jinzun Tavern where he had agreed to meet Zhao Dahu, Lin Yu found a place to park nearby.

Then he walked about two hundred meters to the front of the Jinzun Tavern.

Meow!

Wasn't it better to just take a taxi?

It was so annoying!

Full of resentment, he pushed the door open and walked into the tavern. Lin Yu quickly spotted Zhao Dahu sitting at a table by the window.

His physical features were simply too obvious.

His tall and sturdy figure always made it easy for people to spot him in a crowd at a glance.

Brother Long.

Seeing Lin Yu, Zhao Dahu seemed to still be that honest and simple high school boy. He stood up from his chair and nodded a greeting at Lin Yu with a goofy smile.

Lin Yu waved his hand at him and corrected him once again:

Just call me Lin Yu.

The two sat down. Lin Yu looked Zhao Dahu up and down and found that the current him was very different from before.

In Lin Yu's memory, Zhao Dahu was still stuck in that period where he was so honest and simple that he was a bit weak.

Wearing the largest size school uniform, which was still a bit small on him, his tall body was always hunched over.

Giving off a look that said, you might think I am big, but I am really easy to bully.

Now he was covered in designer brands. The expensive, tailored clothes made him look as tall and sturdy as an angry bear.

The gold watch he wore on his wrist cost an unknown fortune.

The leather shoes on his feet were shining, clearly not ordinary goods either.

Then again, dressed so brightly, coupled with his status, he should have looked as steady and terrifying as an underworld boss.

Just sitting there, the pressure alone should be enough to make people slow their breathing.

Or like an invincible super thug.

Untamed and arrogant, looking down his nose at everyone.

But strangely enough.

He still seemed to be the same Zhao Dahu from before.

Although the thick suit accentuated the sharp angles of his robust figure.

But the moment he rested his two forearms on the table and slouched his sturdy body forward.

No matter how you looked at it, he was still that restrained and dejected teenager.