"Vroom..."
The booming roar could be heard even from upstairs.
Pan Hui, who was tidying up the kitchen, paused for a moment before shaking her head with a laugh.
A few minutes later.
The door opened.
"Every time there's such a racket, can't you go to an auto repair shop and get that sound toned down?"
In the entire courtyard, although quite a few families had managed to move past the shadow of unemployment—Fu Zili being a typical example—there was only one household driving a Maserati.
"This kind of roar is factory-installed; how can you change it?"
Fang Qing shut the door and quickly noticed the pile of gifts sitting on the table.
"Maotai? Is it real?"
"You little rascal, who gifts fake goods while giving presents?"
"You never know; there are plenty of fake Maotai bottles out there on the market."
