"Ansheng!"
"Damn it!"
The old housekeeper's escape skills were incredibly fast, just like a flower thief from a martial arts novel, coming and going without a trace. Even if you found world-class sprinters, they still couldn't catch up to Ansheng's tail lights at this moment.
Seeing Yan Weisi's figure abandon her again, Feina's golden hair flared up, and she cursed harshly at the disappearing forest where the old housekeeper vanished.
The last time they encountered trouble, Ansheng laughed it off as being too fast to hear anything, but this time he didn't even pretend, just left a sentence about his life belonging to the family and ran off.
If you're going to run, take me with you!
"Who are you cursing, Arctic Fox!"
"Your grandpa is a Capital City native fox!"
Master Fox was lying on the steering wheel, vigorously using his tail to mash the gas pedal, driving the Cullinan away at a speed of forty kilometers per hour, and crashing Feina off her feet.
