"No."
Ji Ting hadn't expected the blood rushing to his face to leave his vision unaffected. He could only tell a white lie, then bend down to set what he was carrying on the floor.
He had brought a laptop and a toolbox. Squatting down, he opened the lid and searched inside for a screwdriver.
Watching him, Ji Yanzhi had an ominous feeling. "What, ugh~ are~ you~ doing~?"
"Fixing the chair."
Ji Yanzhi's neck instantly prickled. He shouldn't have let his pride stop him from calling someone earlier. If Ji Ting tinkered with the massage chair and caused some other problem, he would be the one suffering.
"Don't~ mess with it, ugh~ go~ get someone~"
Ji Ting had already found an electric screwdriver and started removing the control panel. "Uncle Yang and the others probably don't know how to fix this kind of thing, either. We'd have to get a technician from the manufacturer."
He looked up at Ji Yanzhi. "Staying up there with blood rushing to your head for too long could be dangerous."
He made it sound as though Ji Yanzhi wanted to be up there. Ji Yanzhi gritted his teeth. "Isn't~ this, ugh~ your fault~?"
"I know. That's why I'm trying to fix it now."
After removing the panel, Ji Ting examined the wires inside. The chair's power supply and functions are fine, so the problem must be with the smart control system. A quick repair should do it.
Above him, Ji Yanzhi abruptly froze, his eyes widening in astonishment. He even wondered whether hanging upside down for so long had done something to his hearing.
Ji Ting actually dared to fix it? If he made the chair leak electricity, wouldn't Ji Yanzhi end up half-dead, if not dead outright?
He sucked in a huge breath and