The assistant director looked at the man who got off the motorcycle.
"Yo, where did you get this thing?" He asked.
In this place, a motorcycle was more useful than a car. It was also very convenient.
After all, a motorcycle only had two wheels. It could take any path. It was not like a car, which had to take the main road.
The road here was not easy to walk on. Not only was it bumpy, but it was also particularly roundabout.
With a motorcycle, they could enter the city in half an hour, but the car would take more than two hours.
"I borrowed it from my hometown."
Otherwise, no matter how capable Mo Boyuan was, it would be impossible for him to make a motorcycle appear out of thin air.
Wang Weizhi stopped fiddling with the machine in his hand anymore:
"Did you see someone?" He asked.
Mo Boyuan nodded.
"Yes!"
Of course, he saw someone. He had stayed overnight.
He would work harder tonight.
