Rebirth of a Village Girl novel Chapter 872

Chapter 872: 216: Dominant and dead, both cool and beautiful!_7

"I know a little," Ni Yang took the screwdriver.

In this era, where would you find a woman who can repair cars?

Ni Yang, in her past life, was never married and didn’t have a boyfriend. She liked to go on road trips, and of course, you need to know a bit about car repair for that. In case the car broke down on the road, she could fix minor issues by herself.

Mr. Du’s expression was indifferent. "Can you fix it?"

Ni Yang took the screwdriver handed over by the driver and quickly twisted off a part from the car. "I’ll give it a try but don’t hold out too much hope. Be prepared to walk back at any moment."

"Wrench," Ni Yang spoke again.

In no time, those pale white hands were smeared with black dust and gasoline.

The contrast of white and black was striking and highly conspicuous.

After roughly ten minutes, Ni Yang, with a screwdriver and wrench in hand, carefully scratched her nose and raised her long legs to close the hood of the car.

That posture—

It had an indescribable coolness!

Cool and beautiful.

The driver was stunned.

How long must her legs be to manage that move?

The driver couldn’t help but look down at his own legs.

Ni Yang put the wrench and screwdriver back into the toolbox and said to the driver, "Go ahead and give it another try."

The driver nodded, pulled open the driver’s door, inserted the key, and started the engine. "It’s working! Miss Ni, you’re really amazing!"

The driver was very excited to see the car start successfully.

Ni Yang, uncharacteristically humble, said, "I just got lucky and stumbled upon the solution."

Getting into the car, Mr. Du said without looking back, "Ni Yang, do you know how to drive?"

"Yeah," Ni Yang nodded.

Recalling a certain image, Mr. Du continued, "Then your driving must be pretty good, right?"

"It’s decent," Ni Yang kept it modest.

"You’re too modest," Mr. Du said.

Ni Yang agreed with a nod, "I think so too."

Mr. Du: "..."

About ten or so minutes later, they stopped in front of the Zheng Family’s house.

Ni Yang greeted Mr. Du and then pulled the car door open to get out.

As soon as she got out, Zheng Xianjing came over from the other side. "Yangyang."

"Sister Xianjing," Ni Yang greeted with a smile, like a carefree young girl.

"Who’s sitting in the car?" Zheng Xianjing asked, even though she already knew.