Su Mu kicked the remaining three tires one by one.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Soon, the supercar was on its knees.

Su Mu grinned and raised his leg and shook it. The sneaker on his right foot had cracked the sole, exposing half of the sole.

Mo Liusu ran over with a smile, hugged his arms with both hands, looked happy, and rested his head on his shoulder:

"Oops, the shoes are broken? Come on, I'll buy you a pair."

Su Mu didn't want to be so close to her, but his arms were tightly held, so he had to let her push him away.

In the distance, Ning Yan was holding the textbook, watching this scene from a distance, and curled her lips slightly.

Su Mu, you are a sentimental bastard.

Wan Qiu is right, he is a dead man, a stinking hooligan, a piece of shit!
Chapter completed!