Upon hearing this, Qin Chu's face darkened, and he continued in a serious tone, "What I mean is, if you win the rock-scissors-paper game, I'll be the driver and drive my Bentley… If you lose, you'll be the driver and drive your Lamborghini, understand?"
Su Yu finally understood…
"Ah, I understand. You don't have to go through so much trouble. I'll be your driver… and drive my Lamborghini."
Su Yu didn't seem to care. It didn't matter who drove; they were all god-like drivers.
However, Mr. Qin was relentless…
"No, we can't do that. We must play rock-paper-scissors."
"I'll just take it as if you won, okay?" Su Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"No."
"Hey, why are you so stubborn? I'm letting you win and I'll be your driver…"
"No."
"Alright, alright. Come on, rock paper scissors."
Su Yu had no choice but to hide his fists behind his back.
