"What's going on here?" Zheng Shuo'e listened to the sound of slaps in the car, and seeing Huang Mao's swollen face, she realized they weren't acting, and cautiously asked.
Lu Yaobing, however, had an idea. She had called her master earlier, so this must have been arranged by him. But the efficiency of it still frightened Lu Yaobing a bit. Just how much influence did her master have?
"Alright, stop now." Lu Yaobing waved her hand and said.
Only then did Huang Mao stop, but his face was already swollen like a pig's head, and his mouth was bleeding. This guy was indeed ruthless on himself.
"Alright, let's stop the car. We need to get off." Lu Yaobing said again.
Huang Mao was startled and quickly said, "Granny, granny, you can't get off the car now. I have to take you where you need to be. Otherwise, if something happens on the road... pui, pui, pui... I didn't mean it that way. I mean, I must get you there safely, or else we can't take responsibility."
