"Hmm?" Duan Qianyang.
"Can I borrow a car?" Duan Xi.
Duan Qianyang put down his phone and looked again, making sure it was indeed Duan Xi. He was utterly surprised; his son, who never asked for anything from him, actually wanted to borrow a car?
Duan Qianyang was thrilled, waved his big hand and said, "What brand do you want? I'll buy it for you right away!"
"No need, just an idle one will do." Duan Xi.
"Why, is your current car broken?"
"That one's at home, I can't drive it for now." Duan Xi.
Duan Qianyang was puzzled, "Why can't you drive it? Is it for maintenance?"
"No." Duan Xi frowned, feeling his father was a bit nagging, "Can you lend it or not? If not..."
"Of course! Where should I deliver it? Or do you want to come and pick one yourself? There are a few cars in the garage; choose whichever you like." Duan Qianyang.
"I'll come over in the evening, thanks." Duan Xi hung up the phone after that.
