"...Anyway, with this, you'll never have to worry about your mobility being restricted again." Cao Yuan finished explaining all the wheelchair's functions in one breath, his eyes shining brightly. "What do you think? Want to try it now?"
An Qingyu came back to his senses, a gentle smile appearing on his face as he nodded. "All right. I'll give it a try."
With Cao Yuan supporting him, An Qingyu sat in the black wheelchair. Just as he was about to try driving it forward, Cao Yuan suddenly spoke up:
"Wait!"
An Qingyu looked up at him in confusion.
Cao Yuan reached out and pushed An Qingyu from the house into the courtyard. Then, without a word, he put a protective helmet on An Qingyu from beneath the wheelchair and fastened his seat belt. Only after confirming that he would not be launched out did he nod. "All right. Remember to go slow."
An Qingyu: ...
An Qingyu poured Mental Power into the wheelchair, and it immediately began spinning at high speed. A powerful thrust came from the backrest, carrying An Qingyu like lightning toward the opposite wall!
An Qingyu had never expected this thing to be so fast. In the blink of an eye, the wall rapidly filled his vision. He immediately tried to stop the wheelchair, but it was already too late.
Bang—!!
A dull crash rang out as the tall wall was smashed with spiderweb-like cracks. An Qingyu and his wheelchair skimmed across the ground for several meters before he toppled over unsteadily.
Dust rose through the air. Seeing this, Jiang Er cried out in alarm and flew toward An Qingyu in concern.
"Hahahahaha..."
At the same time, Cao Yuan could not help laughing. "Qingyu, I told you to slow down. Are you trying to tear the house