"How are your injuries?" Inside an ordinary sedan, Wang Er, who sat in the driver's seat, asked, "Or, how does it feel to live off a woman?"
"If I have to say, it's great!" Li Changhe, who sat in the passenger's seat, gave a thumbs-up with his left hand.
"You young punk." Wang Er shook his head and looked at the pedestrians on the street, "Luckily, this incident only slightly affected the real world. There were a few car accidents, so you and He Feng can use that as an excuse. I'll cover for you guys."
