"Oh, yeah? Show me one then," Tang Huai arrived behind them, her voice cold.
Startled by her voice, Ma Zhihao and the others quickly turned around to see.
Ma Zhihao got off the bike, turned around, and faced Tang Huai, "What are you doing here? Are you here to kiss up to my grandma?"
"Is the fart you let out a form of kissing up? Let's see if I'll kiss up to that," Tang Huai sneered, stepping forward.
Her presence was immense; as she stepped forward, Zhao Guo and the others automatically moved aside, leaving only Ma Zhihao with one hand on the handlebar, the other on his hip, arrogantly looking at Tang Huai, "My ass-kissing is not something you could catch even if you wanted to. What, this bike is yours?"
Tang Huai gave him a disdainful glance, "Can't this bike be mine?"
On hearing this, Ma Zhihao and the others were taken aback. They exchanged glances, a trace of surprise flashing across their eyes. This flashy motorbike was Tang Huai's?
