As dusk fell, a figure was doing something under a car on the outskirts of the jurisdiction.
Lu Xiao knitted his brows and walked over step by step.
When he was still about ten meters away, a creeper suddenly slid out from under the car.
A figure also came into his view.
It made him pause for a moment.
The person on the creeper was none other than Wen Xian…!
Wen Xian slid out from under her Mercedes-Benz G-Class.
Her soft long hair was tied neatly into a simple bun, but it seemed she had been fussing about for a while underneath, as several fine strands had fallen down, dangling at the nape of her neck.
This angle made the contour of her profile even more distinct; she was naturally beautiful, with an especially delicate profile.
She wore a white shirt, black pants, and a pair of lined gloves on her hands, which were dirty and smeared with engine oil, and she held an open-ended wrench in her hand.
Lu Xiao saw this scene: "..."
She… knows how to fix cars?!
