"I feel sorry for Ji Zhuang. But, I still haven't returned what she did to me at the graveyard." Lai Jiayi rubbed her palms together. She put back the green medical mask to her face.
"Then...what do you plan to do, quack? How do we prevent Ji Zhuang from working today?" Yaya asked while silently lit a candle for Ji Zhuang in his heart.
'Sorry, Ji Zhuang. Even though you helped us with the ass-slapping case.'
"Hmmm, I think of one method." Lai Jiayi rubbed her chin. She looked at Yaya with a smile on her face, even though her mask covered it.
"How about we hack her motorcycle so that she can't go to work?"
"Hooo, hacking her motorcycle, quack!" Yaya nodded in excitement. "That's a good idea! But...what if she uses another motorcycle, quack? I remember she has more than one."
