The servant standing by saw Li Mochan rifling through those rubbish bags filled with motorcycle parts, and their complexion turned ghostly, as if they'd seen an apparition in the dead of night.
After all, it was well-known that Mr. Li's obsession with cleanliness was legendary. Thus, for this man of immense nobility to be rummaging through the rubbish bags was simply inconceivable.
Ye Jiuliang's heart grew even more sour as she watched the man rummage through the rubbish bags for her.
She stepped forward quickly, seized his arm, and fought back the glossiness welling up in her eyes, "Mohan, stop looking."
The entire motorcycle had been smashed; how could those tiny stickers possibly be found?
Li Mochan stood up, his fingers splayed open, with a sticker the size of his fingertip lying quietly in the palm of his hand. The sooty sticker with the image of a soft, cute koala caught her eye.
"Is this it?" His deep voice sounded from above her head.
