"You're drunk-driving." Ming Jing stood outside the car door, quietly looking at Qu Feitai in the driver's seat.
The air of casualness Qu Feitai was maintaining disappeared in an instant, leaving him looking embarrassed.
Song Yinzhang shook his head: "We can only call a substitute driver."
The three of them sat in the car, waiting for the substitute driver to arrive.
Qu Feitai, fearful of being recognized, put on a hat and a mask. Song Yinzhang sat in the passenger seat, while Ming Jing and Qu Feitai sat in the backseat.
The substitute driver was a young man in his twenties. At the sight of this limited edition sports car, he realized he was dealing with a rich second-generation kid and became very chatty as soon as he got in the car.