Although the process had some twists, Yang Fan still picked up the car.
He also found out that the reckless woman's name was Huo Xiaorou.
The name seemed very soft and delicate, but her personality, Yang Fan felt, was even more exaggerated than that of his Little Mother.
"I'm really curious about something, you say you're buying a car, and it's one thing not to know the state of your own family, but why can't you even distinguish the basic condition of the car?" Yang Fan leaned back in the chair in the lobby and asked.
Although the atmosphere wasn't as tense as before, Yang Fan and Huo Xiaorou still couldn't stand each other.
Huo Xiaorou, with her legs crossed, sat opposite Yang Fan and snorted lightly, "I'm the owner of the dealership, not a mechanic. Why should I know these things? Besides, as an owner, isn't it right that I don't know what the cars in my own shop look like?"
"Is that right?" Yang Fan asked in surprise.
That statement was honestly audacious.
