Under Old Master Fu's reluctant gaze, Lu Xiaocha, who had eaten her fill, was sent home.
She came like a whirlwind, but on the way back…
Lu Xiaocha looked at the little sheep that had surpassed them and hammered Fu Ye's head through the helmet.
With a clang, Fu Ye felt his head buzz.
"Can you drive properly? You're like a snail!"
Fu Ye was quite shameless and self-righteous. "I have to drive steadily and be responsible for the safety of us and others."
Bullshit. Why hadn't he been responsible for his life when he arrived?
And no matter how steady you are, you can't drive a motorcycle at the speed of a bicycle! Lu Xiaocha thought.
"Get up, I'll do it!"
She had long wanted to try.
Fu Ye decisively refused. "No, you're not an adult yet and don't have a driver's license. Besides…"
He looked down at her short legs. "Can your legs reach the ground?"
