Qu Jianlei also knew that his car seemed... a bit out of place for the neighborhood's class.
But when it comes to cars, isn't practicality the main thing? As long as it works for him, it's fine.
He's not trying to get others to accept his way of thinking, but if someone deliberately makes a fuss over it, he finds it pointless.
Pan Xing was at a combative age and raised an eyebrow, "Why not buy a better car?"
Qu Jianlei glanced at him indifferently, too lazy to respond. He didn't care to argue with a kid.
Pan Xing wanted to speak again, but a middle-aged man interrupted, "Roarers are practical, so don't talk nonsense if you don't understand!"
The man's name was Teng Wenli, a C-level Warrior, highly regarded in the neighborhood.
Pan Xing dared not say anything more, and the barbecue banquet finally began.
In fact, most who came to the banquet did so more out of respect for the tradition, given Panda was just a tenant.
