Tang Fei didn't have a flying car, so Sheng Xinhua had to drive them back.
Sheng Xinhua, with a face full of apologies, turned to Tang Fei beside him and said, "I originally wanted to take you out for drinks and a chat, to help you relax a little... I didn't expect something like this to happen..."
"If I had known, I might as well have taken you to the Red Light District..."
"It's okay, you couldn't have predicted this," Tang Fei consoled, "Besides, wasn't it quite relaxing? Little Fatty, do you feel relaxed?"
"Relaxed," Little Fatty replied.
"You see, even Little Fatty feels relaxed. Is there a more stress-relieving way to relax than tossing people around?"
"..." Little Fatty.
Sheng Xinhua turned to look at Little Fatty sitting in the back seat and said, "Tsk tsk tsk, I really didn't see it coming, Little Fatty is so formidable... I was terrified when that ugly brute grabbed you. I didn't expect he couldn't even lift you up..."
