A group of people hadn't figured out how to argue with this kid when someone faintly heard the distinctive sound of Boss Yan's motorcycle. In the blink of an eye, the sound grew closer, and he zoomed into the yard.
He parked his motorcycle at the entrance and muttered expressionlessly, "Not having breakfast just doesn't feel right. What's for breakfast today? I'm going to eat too!"
Looking at him, everyone guessed he must have gone to school only to realize it was Sunday, which put him in a bad mood. Consequently, no one dared say anything else, and those who hadn't finished their food quickly scrambled to finish up and washed their dishes, preparing to leave.
But there's always someone clueless, Lin Haihu came out with his bowl and approached him, "Xiao Fei, are you riding your motorcycle today?"
Yan Fei looked at this shameless guy and frowned, "How would I know if there's anything going on? Maybe I'll ride if there is. What do you want?"
