"But I saw a little bit of paint peeling off the front. This paint job must be very expensive. This is a Bentley."

Tang Xiaobao laughed and said, "Don't worry, this car was given to me as a gift. I'm not responsible for its repair and maintenance. I'll just ask him to take care of it later. It's not worth much money. Are you, Brother Tang, such a stingy person? Besides, it's just a finger-sized bit of paint that has fallen off. It doesn't matter whether you spray it or not. Don't take it to heart."

He patted Luo Yuzhu on the back to comfort her.

Luo Yuzhu felt a little better and sighed: "It seems that women are really not good at driving."

"Hey, you can't generalize. If you say that, it's likely to cause psychological trauma to Yingying. She's just about to sign up for driving lessons."

Yingying also said, "That's right."

After the two of them comforted her, Luo Yuzhu finally let go.

Yingying went to pour Tang Xiaobao a cup of sobering tea.

Actually, he has nothing to do.

"By the way, Yuzhu, are you still going to rehearsal these days?"

Tang Xiaobao asked.

Luo Yuzhu said, "No, I've already rehearsed. I won't make it to the finals anyway, so I don't care anymore. I just want to walk around and see the sights these few days. I haven't been to the Ming Tombs yet, but I'm not familiar with the route."

"It's okay, I've been there before, I'll go with you."

Tang Xiaobao blurted out.

But as soon as he said it, he regretted it.

Oh my god, isn't this just looking for trouble?

But Luo Yuzhu was ecstatic: "Really? Brother Tang, thank you, you are so kind."

Then she asked, "Don't you want to practice singing?"

Seeing Luo Yuzhu so happy, Tang Xiaobao wanted to change his words, but finally couldn't bear it and said with a smile: "Don't worry, you don't have to worry about the song. I will learn it after listening to it a few times tonight."