Qiao Yu's gift to Qiao Yue was a Harley-Davidson with a full set of accessories and parts for modifications.
This motorcycle was a limited edition that was produced a few years ago. It was very expensive, and the total price was tens of millions of yuan.
Qiao Yue stood in front of the garage with her arms crossed. She elbowed Qiao Yu's arm and said, "This bike is not bad. Was it very expensive?"
"No gift is too expensive for my brother."
This motorcycle was actually part of Qiao Yu's collection. He cherished it very much and would not ride it unless there was a very important race. When he said he was going to give Qiao Yue a gift, he immediately thought of this motorcycle.
This motorcycle looked like a little black beast in the dark, exuding a charming yet dangerous metallic glow, just like the feeling Qiao Yue gave him.
"Actually, I saw you solve the last question that day." Qiao Yu chuckled.
"What?" Qiao Yue said with a frown.
