"Dad!"
Zhou Wang and Jiang Qingkui shouted simultaneously.
Only Jiang Qingkui's expression seemed slightly helpless...
Dad, your mouth is hanging open, that makes me feel really awkward, you know?
The two heads on the balcony were stunned for a moment, then quickly pulled back. Moments later, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed from the stairwell. Coming down were not only Zhou Dajun and Jiang Jiaxing, but also Zhao Guihua, who ran down upon hearing the commotion.
She was holding an unpeeled potato, which made Zhou Wang feel a mix of amusement and exasperation.
"Is that really a Benz!"
The most surprised was Jiang Jiaxing, who couldn't even speak to his own daughter and went straight to the Mercedes G63, eyeing it up and down.
People of their generation couldn't recognize so many flashy models; even an E300 was considered a big Mercedes to them, let alone the more imposing G63.
"Wang Wang, is this your car?"
