East Road, Lanjing City.
Jiang Yao drove a brand-new Porsche Panamera down the road. The noon sun beat down on its glossy paint, the pure black body reflecting a halo-like, rippling light. Its beautifully streamlined form and the soft roar of its engine were enough to set any man's heart racing.
The frequent stares from passersby were a testament to the extraordinary luxury of this birthday present.
Wearing a mask inside the car, Jiang Yao could clearly feel people's eyes on her. Occupants of nearby cars would occasionally roll down their windows to get a better look. Most were young people, but there was also a considerable number of middle-aged men.
They were all looking at the car.
Some were even taking pictures.
Jiang Yao didn't dare open her window. She just focused on driving, afraid someone might try to talk to her and ask questions about the car.
'I'm almost there,' she chanted silently to herself.
