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"Clang!"
After tightening the last screw on the hub, the man with the goatee threw the wrench into the trunk and looked at Chen Yu: "It's fixed."
"You drive," Chen Yu glanced at the band-aid on the hood and the tape wrapped around the tire: "I'm afraid I'll break it if I drive."
"Sure."
The man with the goatee didn't refuse, opened the door, got into the driver's seat, and started the car with the keys Chen Yu handed him.
"Buzz—zzzz..."
The engine successfully ignited, with a shrill sound.
"It's not going to explode, is it?" Chen Yu was worried.
"It's the cylinder's issue. No worries, it can run." Skilfully turning the steering wheel, the man with the goatee reversed the direction, flipping his long ponytail over his shoulder and smiled: "Get in."
Chen Yu and the little girl both got into the back seat.
The man with the goatee immediately pressed the accelerator, and the off-road vehicle "screamed" its way toward Qingcheng.
