Seeing his dad's impatient look, Fang Chenyi couldn't help but laugh. He then turned and asked, a hint of uncertainty in his voice,
"Dad, let's get this straight. You can have the motorcycle, but you can't come back and blame me for it later."
Exasperated, he gave his son a light tap on the back of the head.
"You're so slow, kid! Hurry up. I have to get to work soon."
Chatting all the way, they soon arrived in the underground garage. Seeing the two brand-new Kawasaki H2s, Old Fang's eyes instantly lit up.
Ignoring Fang Chenyi and his wife behind him, he rushed toward the bike.
He carefully caressed its cold, smooth frame, muttering to himself:
"Wow, she's a beauty! Just so cool. Imagine how awesome it would be to ride this out... Sigh, you poor thing. How did you end up in that little rascal's hands? Look how dirty you are, covered in such a thick layer of dust. Don't worry, I'll give you a good wash later."
