[Don't you have an electric wheelchair? Just trust me on this, our Xia Country specializes in this. We'll have off-road tires and shock absorbers installed for you in just three days so your wheelchair can reach a speed of one hundred and twenty miles per hour.]
Ansheng chuckled and typed a message to send to Earl on WeChat.
From the outside, Earl looked like a mountain of flesh sitting on an electric wheelchair, possibly weighing over six hundred pounds, with a steady four-layered chin.
But Ansheng knew that Earl's obese appearance was just a biological disguise, much like Old Lin's Lin Zhe costume; she didn't actually look like that.
She claimed to be on-site, but given Ansheng's understanding of those landlords of longevity.
Earl was likely at some eco-friendly five-star hotel hundreds of kilometers away, groping models' butts.
However.
