Gong Sheng helped Yun Qiao go back to the shop to get her bag. When he came back, he was dumbfounded by Yun Qiao’s evil deeds
He saw the little woman lying on the flat front passenger seat, fiddling with the remote control in her hand, and muttering in a daze, “Why is the music playing so strange? Why does this massage chair keep hitting my leg?”
She kept pressing on the seat, causing it to vibrate even more violently, causing her white feet to move around on the seat!
What was worse was that the car stereo was also exceptionally loud. “Uh-huh, uh-huh! Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh!”
A long string of indescribable sounds came out of the car window, causing the passers-by to look at her in shock.
Speechless, palace saint grabbed the remote control and adjusted it a few times.
Finally, the seat turned into a soft and rhythmic ball massage.
The stereo also turned into normal classical music, dignified and stylish.
