C78 The Impudent Young Master Li

With Qian Hsing doing his best, the motorcycle quickly sped up on the road. A gentle breeze blew, and her hair and skirt danced together. The broken motorcycle resonated with the song. It was a good sign of the road, even though Qian Hsing could only hear the roar of the motorcycle.

Although the Xifu was large, the motorcycle's speed was not slow either. Soon, they arrived at a shopping mall