"You don't mind my BMW being low-class and embarrassing you, just take it! It's inconvenient to get a taxi at night, and driving yourself is safer."
For ordinary people, a BMW worth several hundred thousand is already a symbol of success.
Wherever you drive, it brings you face.
But Su Qianqian knew well about Zhou Can's financial strength; a car worth hundreds of thousands really didn't match Zhou Can's identity as a hidden tycoon.
"What kind of embarrassment can a BMW bring? This car seems pretty flashy to me."
These days, whenever they went out for fun, Wei Fang was their designated driver.
Zhou Can drove the BMW to the county People's Hospital.
He headed straight to the doctor's office on the third floor of the inpatient department.
The county hospital was quite deserted at night, with only the dim hallway lights on.
Compared to Tu Ya, the county People's Hospital seemed pretty shabby.
The inpatient building was a whole block.
