Fu Yu nodded, surprised by Luo Rang's attentiveness.
However, this made Fu Yu ponder; if he really buys a car, washing it will also be a problem.
After all, Qianlima is strict. Using company water to wash a personal car could lead to gossip, which wouldn't be worth the trouble.
The two chatted as they walked.
When they reached the back door of the restaurant, they found a small van blocking the front of Luo Rang's car, perfectly blocking the space to turn around.
Luo Rang tried several times without being able to maneuver the car out, stomping his foot in frustration: "Who the hell parked their car here so early? This isn't a parking lot!"
Fu Yu glanced at the van and asked, "Are they here to deliver something?"
Luo Rang shook his head: "No, I saw it when I came over, and I've never seen the license plate before."
As they spoke, someone came over, holding a bag of steaming buns, eating as he walked.
