Fresh onto the forecourt and finished in Arctic White, which means it looks like it’s been carved out of a particularly smug glacier. And those wheels — enormous, diamond-cut alloy wheels — are so big they appear to be rotating slightly slower than the Earth itself. It looks fantastic. And here’s the thing: it’s absolutely immaculate. Properly immaculate. One owner, clearly the sort of person who treats a car better than most people treat their own children. No horrors. No mysteries. Just pristine. Now yes, yes, I know what you’re thinking. “Ooh, Chinese cars.” Say what you like about the great automotive invasion from the East, but there is one unavoidable, slightly annoying truth: they are very good at giving you an astonishing amount of car for not very much money. Because this thing is loaded. Leather interior. Satellite navigation. Reverse camera so you don’t disgrace yourself in Tesco car parks. Apple CarPlay and Android Auto. A virtual cockpit that makes you feel like you’re flying a small aircraft. Climate control. And that’s just the stuff I remember. The list goes on. And on. And on. And just when you think, “Alright, calm down,” we’ll throw in a fresh service, a new MOT, and — because the universe clearly wants you to buy this — it’s still under MG warranty. So yes. Stylish, spotless, outrageously well-equipped, and deeply upsetting for anyone who paid twice as much for something with a so-called “premium” badge.