Lu Xiaobu wasn't taking the car; he was just wandering around, feeling a bit uneasy.
Although he originally intended to let Zhang Shilin vent, they hadn't even started playing yet when his disciple stopped him, which made him a bit uncomfortable.
This is why he doesn't like to play with these serious-minded people!
But it's fine, if Zhang Shilin wants to do things properly, let him do it. Maybe he can really improve the literary world, and that would be a good deed!
Ah, bored, so bored!
As he was walking slowly, a Porsche drove over from a distance.
Car enthusiasts who saw this car showed envious expressions, muttering about how expensive it is, how limited it is worldwide, and so on.
Lu Xiaobu took one look and ignored it, just a Porsche. In Imperial as the capital, seeing such a car isn't surprising.
This car seemed to be in a rush; though it wasn't speeding, it wasn't slowing down either, and the horn kept honking.
