Zhang Moyan raised his right arm to cover his eyes and asked in a steady voice, "Which floor should we take?"
The female nurse replied promptly: “Oh, your ward is on the 15th floor.”
Zhang Moyan said nothing.
"There are still 3 floors." Geng Jun's voice sounded, and then he held her wrist.
Not long after, with a ding, the elevator door opened.
Zhang Moyan was like a fish released back into water, gaining a new life.
At the same time, Xiao Xingyu took Jin Xueyang down to the B1 basement.
The spacious garage was now mostly empty. The only thing parked in the area they were walking through was a Rolls-Royce Cullinan with sleek, heavy lines, an imposing appearance, and a majestic design.
"Oh my God, Teacher Xiao, is this yours?" Jin Xueyang was so surprised that his legs went weak.
Xiao Xingyu took out the key from a distance and pressed it, and the car immediately made an unlocking sound like a mighty and obedient beast.
The worldly-wise Jin Xueyang marveled, "This is the first time I've seen an artist drive a Cullinan! But really, this is the only car worthy of Mr. Xiao, who values both appearance and performance."
"Artist?" Xiao Xingyu looked as if he had heard a joke.
"Isn't it? Celadon-glazed porcelain is art, and you experts who study Celadon-glazed porcelain are artists, aren't you?"
Xiao Xingyu smiled: "No problem."
Jin Xueyang anxiously waited in front of the car. The Cullinan's carriage-style double doors made him scream again. After getting in the car, the door locked with a "click" sound similar to the sound of a shotgun being loaded, and Jin Xueyang felt a chill on his back.
He looked around while buckling his seatbelt: "Mr. Xiao, is this interior really all Hermès?"
Xiao Xingyu didn't care and said "yes".
Jin Xueyang couldn't help but touch the leather seat cushion: "This is the first time I've ridden in such a luxurious car. I feel so noble all of a sudden."
Xiao Xingyu started the car and said, "You've made it. I was just about to deal with this car."
Jin Xueyang was shocked: "Deal with it? Why?"
"It's too high-profile."
Xiao Xingyu mentally beat up Xiao Wa again for driving the car to the airport for him. He asked the boy to drive a car for him, and the boy took the opportunity to satisfy his driving addiction.
Too high-profile? Jin Xueyang: "..."
Didn’t you know it was high-profile when you bought it?
Xiao Xingyu stepped on the accelerator, and the domineering Cullinan drove out of the basement like a space battleship, drove out of the gate along the neatly trimmed flower beds of the art center, and cut into the neon-lit night of Shenhai City under the bright lights.
As soon as he got on the road, Jin Xueyang realized that he would never know how high-profile this car was unless he drove it on the road.
All the other drivers along the way had become good drivers who strictly followed traffic laws and kept a safe distance from them. Meanwhile, the car was very attractive, and no matter it was moving or stopped, there was no shortage of people taking pictures of it with their phones.
This is easy to understand. After all, even in an international metropolis like Shenhai, it is rare to see luxury cars worth seven or eight million yuan running on the road.
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