Tang Wenji's mode of transportation needs no mention—it was that Harley motorcycle.
Actually, the bike wasn't too bad; she "only spent" 350,000 yuan to buy it.
She also had a Shinra brand car at home, but if she wanted to slip away secretly, she had no choice but to ride the motorcycle.
To be riding a motorcycle in the dead of winter, what a unique life experience that had to be—further description is unnecessary.
Tang Wenji was at the martial master's cultivation level, far more resistant to the cold than ordinary people, but after riding for half an hour, she couldn't help it, "I need to install a cold-proof cover on the handlebars."
"I have one here," Feng Jun said, passing a pair of covers from the back seat for her to strap onto the motorcycle's handlebars.
Twenty minutes later, "I need a pair of knee pads, the down-filled kind."
Feng Jun handed her the knee pads from the back seat, "I don't have down-filled ones, only sheepskin ones with wool inside."
