As Fang Heyang spoke tauntingly, he began to remove his helmet.
His hair was soaked in his own sweat as if he had just taken a shower.
After shaking his head, Fang Heyang's hair came loose. All of a sudden, it looked as if he had a thick layer of bangs dangling down his forehead.
Although he looked childish at that moment, his rich kid vibe returned as soon as he smiled.
With the helmet in his hands and one arm resting on the top of the motorcycle, he continued to look at Lin Yiqian.
"Sun, who is this?" The two men behind him asked before Lin Yiqian could reply.
"She's so pretty."
"She's your father." Fang Heyang turned around and gave them a cold stare.
Lin Yiqian felt speechless.
She did not want to be their father.
"Get out of here." The two rolled their eyes at Fang Heyang simultaneously.
