Song You'ai couldn't help but complain. "You have no idea—he doesn't even know how to overtake. It was driving me crazy."
"Don't let the blond hair fool you. He drives so cautiously, like he's in a mobility scooter for seniors!"
Xiao Huang Mao's face flushed red. Gripping the steering wheel, he said awkwardly, "Ma'am, I've only had my license for a little over three months."
Song You'ai laughed and picked up the kitchen cleaver she had by her feet. "No problem. I'll take over the driving in a bit."
Xie Ning glanced at the cleaver in her mother's hand. An idea suddenly struck her. She secretly began to condense metal in her palm, slowly shaping it according to the design in her mind.
Soon, Xie Ning had created a metal longsword. It was about eighty centimeters long and vaguely resembled a Tang dao.
After fashioning a flat, long hilt that was easy to grip, Xie Ning held the sword and gave it a gentle swing.
