"Hold out your hand." Tianmiao was steering with one hand while extending the other towards Xi Linghe.
Xi Linghe turned his head, looked at Tianmiao with confusion, but obediently reached out to hold Tianmiao's hand.
"I'll lend you something. You can return it to me later." Tianmiao smiled mysteriously, then let go of Xi Linghe's hand.
There was no feeling at all. Xi Linghe looked at his palm in confusion, feeling nothing unusual. What did Sister Tianmiao mean by this?
Soon enough, Xi Linghe found out what Tianmiao had lent her.
After the car was parked, Xi Linghe got out and casually closed the car door.
As a result, there was a loud bang, and the car door was dented in, causing the whole car to deform.
Xi Linghe's eyes widened as she looked at her hand and then at the nearly wrecked car, almost about to cry, "I-I-I didn't use that much force."
"That's what I lent you. So you need to control your strength. Don't punch people into dust," Tianmiao smiled.
