C450 Strategy What Can You Do!

The car suddenly slid forward, and Chu Zixuan, who was about to come out of the car, pulled away from him.

"Third Uncle..."

Chu Zixuan held back the tears in his eyes. His chubby little hands tightly grabbed the window, but he refused to let go.

As the car was fixed again, he secretly heaved a sigh of relief. "Don't worry about me, I'm fine."

His cheeks puffed up like a pufferfish