Su Wanwan turned around to look.
"Pfft—"
She quickly covered her mouth.
"Zhexi, what's going on?" Madam Huo received a considerable shock.
Huo Zhexi was lying on the floor, completely drenched as if he had just been fished out of the water. His flowered shirt was wet and clinging to his body, his clothes, pants, and shoes were covered in dust and grass clippings, his handsome face was drained of all color, his lips were pale…
And the most exaggerated part was his once flamboyantly middle-parted hairstyle. Because of the sweat, it was split into two sections drooping on either side of his forehead, just like the hairstyles of traitors in World War II TV series…
With his eyes flared red, he gasped for air and weakly roared: "You damn girl, you… you'll… you'll pay for this!"
Madam Huo turned to Su Wanwan, "What happened?"
Su Wanwan blinked her eyes and said, "He said he wanted to do some physical exercise, so he let me drive the car."