"This is why I told you not to drive your car," Village Head Chu sighed when she saw the flat tire of Qi Yongrui and Long Zhong's car. "The road to the village is uneven, and getting a flat tire is quite normal."
Qi Yongrui looked at the flat tire, and his expression became subtle. He didn't know why, but the closer he got to the village, the more the feeling of trepidation became. However, he couldn't drive back, and before he could even suggest it, the village head turned to look at the young man who was standing behind her and said to him, "Bring this car to the mechanic at the town. Tell her that we are in a hurry."
The young man nodded obediently before rushing inside the village. A few minutes later, the young man returned and he was driving a small motorcycle, which looked quite old.
