It seemed like… they were looking at the God of Plagues.That's right. It was exactly that kind of expression; even the cleaning lady started taking detours to avoid him.
Zhu Li, who received him, was also exceedingly respectful. Every other word out of her mouth was a polite honorific, terrified he might get angry.
"The car shouldn't have any issues now, right?"
He parked the car outside the nursing home. Qin Mu called Song Tiancheng over again to help test its handling and prevent another "accident" like the last one.
「Half an hour later.」
Song Tiancheng, nearly eighty years old, left the driver's seat, completely satisfied. He gave his assessment: "This feels like a new car. No problems, just not very collision-resistant. Back when I drove a tank, I never bothered dodging obstacles…"
Qin Mu looked utterly exasperated, somewhat speechless.
If he could actually use a tank as his personal vehicle, he'd probably be a dead man by the next day.
