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However, as Tang Zhong rode home, he kept feeling like he had forgotten something but couldn't remember what it was no matter how hard he tried. So he decided not to think about it any longer; eating was the most important thing right now.
Meanwhile, at the Youth Plaza, since it was nighttime, it was almost deserted, and the ladies who danced had all left.
But there were still many motorcycles parked there.
Leaning against a red motorcycle was a beautiful woman in a black leather jacket — Feng Xiaoxiao, who had been racing with Tang Zhong earlier. Her red hair shined like a rose in the night, indescribably beautiful. However, at the moment, her eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and she was slightly angry!
Next to her stood members of the Biker Gang, squatting on the ground, no one knew how many cigarettes they had already smoked. Each one of them looked impatient.
Mo Lin was among them, seething with anger inside.
