The call came from the eldest daughter of the Chu family.
Hearing this, Liang Yichao's voice turned cold, and he said, "Speak properly!"
This coldness made the woman on the other end of the phone pause for a moment, then she changed her tone and giggled, "Why did you return to the country and no longer come to have fun with us? Are you really planning to become that elegant gentleman?"
Liang Yichao smirked instantly, turned his head for a moment, and said, "Where are you guys?"
On the weekend, the sky was a clear blue.
On the highway in the suburbs, a group of black motorcycles raced at lightning speed, the thunderous roar of the engines shaking everyone's hearts with a tremor.
Liang Yichao straddled a Harley motorcycle, his black leather jacket flapping in the cold wind.
Under the helmet, a few people alongside him raced wildly to catch up, laughing in the wireless earphones, "Second Master, your racing speed is as formidable as ever, really tiring us out!"
