No one knows if Jiang Chen knelt or not.
Was it both knees, or just one? Nobody knows.
But he proved a universal truth through his actions.
The best way to solve a problem is always to face it head-on.
"If I got into a fight with your senior sister, who would you help?"
Jiang Chen leaned back comfortably in the passenger seat, eyes fixed on the traffic ahead.
The Taoist nun sister had learned how to drive and even obtained a license, which put him at ease.
Speaking of getting a license, it hadn't been nearly as easy for him. Back in college, he had to squeeze in time to learn driving between his busy schedule, and it didn't help when, during the driving test, he had already failed once before even starting the car because of the headlights test.
Jiang Chen felt it wasn't his fault.
It was the coach's fault.
