C172 Little Tyrant Ghost

Ye Mu tilted his head and thought for a while. "If it doesn't light up, wouldn't it be bad?"

Was he broken?

No, he was very good.

"Dad, can you fix the light bulb?"

Chuchen got into the car. When she heard the conversation between the father and son, she laughed so hard that her stomach hurt.

After telling her son to sit properly, Jun Hao returned to the driver's seat. As he drove the car