Ye Ling was muttering to himself, Mo Xing was scowling, while Mo Siqing and Li Qi on the side didn't know what to say.
Originally, it should've taken only five hours to travel from the Imperial Capital to Bianjing, but look at them now, it had taken them a full twelve hours to barely make it.
On the road, right at the border of some province, their perfectly fine Lamborghini suddenly got a flat tire.
That really got Ye Ling flustered, staring at Mo Xing as if he saw a ghost. Could it be this guy's bad luck was kicking in again? No way.
And surely enough, as expected, there was no spare tire in the car, and no one knew where it had gone. Well, that's fine, they could just call a repair service.
Mo Xing called his fourth son from this province, who immediately sent someone over to start the repairs.
