"Mr. Zhou, why does it seem like your seating posture is a bit awkward?"
After getting in the car, Jiang Qingkui, sitting in the backseat with Zhou Wang, asked curiously.
"Maybe it's because I've gotten used to sitting in a Phantom these past few days. Damn, I used to think the A8L was pretty comfortable..."
Zhou Wang shook his head with a smile.
Of course, he was joking. After all, the A8 isn't exactly a low-end car. It's just that once you've experienced something better, it's hard to go back.
He even found that after riding a Rolls-Royce every day in Hang City and experiencing that comfort and convenience, he had lost interest in driving a supercar himself.
No wonder everyone ends up leaving their sports cars in the garage to gather dust.
After all, from a daily commute perspective, supercars don't really have much advantage...
Jiang Qingkui smiled faintly, then pulled out her phone to deal with some missed messages.
