Seeing Su Xiaoxiao's insistence, Han Yueyao finally gave in.
Before she could even change, she followed the other girl onto a cab in a hurry.
Twenty minutes later.
In front of a Chongqing hotpot restaurant.
Su Xiaoxiao glanced at a cool looking motorcycle.
"Look, isn't it handsome?
"Mhm, that's right."
"Only his ride would be this cool. I need one too, to ride around. I love the feeling of speed and fury."
"Pff, look how small you are. How could you ride such a big motorcycle?"
Han Yueyao found Su Xiaoxiao's interests strange.
She seemed like a girl going through a rebellious phase; other than her hair, everything else was the same.
She smoked, drank, went to nightclubs, cursed, and fought.
No wonder Gao Yaruo and her clique said those things about her.
Han Yueyao thought that it was only them eating.
When she arrived, she saw two people at the table.
Han Yueyao recognized the two men.
