"Smelly brat, I think you're really asking for a beating, aren't you?!" Lan Zihuang once again pinched his ear, saying, "What exactly do you want Brother Hao to say?! Huh?!"
"Ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch!" Lan Qinglong winced in pain and then carefully observed the two, a clear case of reading the room. After a long while, finding nothing out of the ordinary, he finally felt satisfied and said, "Alright, I'll take it you two aren't having an affair."
Wang Hao: "..."
What do you mean, 'take it'? There never was one, okay?
"Even though this engine can't fit in," Lan Qinglong straightened his clothes, and then slowly said, "there could still be a way to modify it."
Can it really be modified?
"Really? It can be modified?" Wang Hao looked at the Wuling Hongguang and then at Lan Qinglong, puzzled, "Can such a big engine really fit in?"
