“Nice...!”

Kang Jin-Ho clenched his fist at the sight of a brand-new sedan parked in the garage. He recalled what Jo Gyu-Min said to him a few days earlier.

“Mister Jin-Ho, supercars might be right up your alley, but I promise you, your mother will definitely hate them. So, please just shut up and listen to me on this one. A sedan with a cavernous backseat space, comfortable ride quality, and prestigious yet gorgeous looks that scream 'See? My son is this successful!' is an absolute must for you. You better forget about your own tastes when it comes to the matter of choosing a sedan because you aren't buying one for yourself. At the very least, remember that when you're driving it, you'll be nothing more than a chauffeur.”

Kang Jin-Ho admitted that he still had a lot to learn from Jo Gyu-Min. He had never considered any of that before, but that explanation made him realize how impressively correct Jo Gyu-Min was in almost everything he had said so far.

The conclusion Kang Jin-Ho arrived at after years of experience was that if he ever was uncertain about something, there was nothing to lose by following Jo Gyu-Min's advice.

That was why he could stare at this large, slab-like tank of a sedan before him with great satisfaction.

'What's it called again?'

Wasn't it Ben something? Ben... Be... Beethoven? Kang Jin-Ho rubbed his chin, then opened the driver's side door only to recall Jo Gyu-Min's impassioned request.

“Please remember this important detail as well, Mister Jin-Ho. When you're giving a ride to your mother, never ever go past the speed limit. No matter what! And......