Zhou Mo Sen wasn't familiar with car repairs.
But, watching Megan leaning over the hood of the car.
He couldn't help but go up and fiddle with it.
Couldn't find what was wrong with the car, so he just slapped it twice.
Just like fixing a TV back in the day.
If that didn't work, then he would hit it harder.
Eventually, you'd find out what was wrong, right?
So, whether the car got fixed or not, he really didn't know.
But Megan Fox, that vixen, was pretty good.
Her face had a slight sheen of sweat as she tried to calm her breathing.
She was impatient.
"Master, it seems you haven't looked for me lately."
Her seductive energy was really irresistible to most men.
But Zhou Mo Sen had already figured it out.
She always called me 'Master.'
Don't forget, she also knew that time was 'acting.'
So, Megan kept calling me that.
There must be something wrong!
Zhou Mo Sen knew it all along, but he still fixed Megan's car. This car repair...
Fix first, ask questions later.