Shen Qingxi's family owned a car, but she herself couldn't drive.
Driving a car in those days was a completely different matter from driving an automatic car in later years, and it required mechanical skills. If you couldn't even locate the oil filter, you weren't qualified to touch the steering wheel.
But Li Mumu could, and she was very familiar with it.
It wasn't a memory from the future, but rather from her original self's memory. At the age of seven, she had raced cars in the streets of Xinxiang with Wendy, participating in a friendly skirmish exchange with the local Werewolf Mafia families.
She put on her sunglasses and pinched her throat to make her voice deeper.
After redoing her makeup, Li Mumu had transformed into the elegant and charming Young Master Li.
Shen Qingxi drooled in admiration.
"What did you look like originally?"
Women's foundation really is such a magical thing.
