After leaving home, she stood waiting at the entrance to the neighborhood. Soon a rumbling engine noise approached from afar, and by instinct, Jiang Shuyao turned her head away.
If possible, she really wanted to take that bike and toss it.
Pei Yan turned off the bike and steadied it, noticing the girl pretended not to see him, he smirked and said, "Beauty, what a coincidence."
"..."
The watchman at the gate stretched his head out vigilantly, glanced at the roadside, recognized the familiar face and then relaxed, saying, "It's just you, kid. I thought some hooligan was causing trouble."
Over the years, Pei Yan often came to Yasong Residence to mooch meals, and the old man recognized him, but today was the first time he'd seen him riding a motorcycle.
In the old man's mind, anyone who didn't ride properly and took to the road with such a noisy contraption wasn't a good egg, and Pei Yan's tone when he spoke just now was not unlike that of a gangster.