"Stop!"
Gu Tongshu, his head buzzing with anger, no longer cared about his composure, and hastily interrupted Su Huai.
"Puppy, do you really want to take my girl out gallivanting on that 'ghost fire' motorcycle?"
Putting everything else aside, do you know how many people get killed by those two-wheeled things every year?!
I truly want to gift you a dump truck in advance!
But... he could only endure.
With Gu Tongshu's temperament, he would rather fight Su Huai ten more times than spend a penny to thank him—should I thank your ancestors of eight generations or what?
But as soon as he heard Puppy wanted to take his daughter on a "ghost fire," while he was angry, he also completely panicked.
"Su, I understand young people like excitement, and that's fine, but you have a bright future ahead, so try to play with safer things, okay?"
Gu Tongshu offered his heartfelt advice, expressing goodwill, while keenly observing his daughter's reaction.
Then his heart sank suddenly.
Oh no!
