Obviously, she was not aware of the so-called danger at all, relentlessly slapping Fang Zhu's steering wheel with her hands.
A pair of tender little feet were even more mercilessly stomping around in the car, venting without pity.
Pouting willfully after a bout of venting, Jiang Xinying finally calmed down a bit.
But, just as she calmed down, something bad happened...
"What... what's going on?" Jiang Xinying's tone was filled with surprise and tension.
Because just when she was preparing to park the car by the roadside, she discovered that her brakes were not working, no matter what she did, the car just wouldn't stop.
"You dumbass, pig head... Missy here, who pampers you with good food... ew, good bathing, good scrubbing, good maintenance every day, and now at the crucial moment, you turn against me, is that it?" Jiang Xinying cursed unhappily.
Is it done for? Could it really be malfunctioning?
