Hearing Shen Mange's words, Zhang Yang was utterly speechless.
The younger sister speeds in her car so fiercely, yet the older sister can't even ride a bicycle—truly two extremes.
But the shared bike had no rear seat, so Zhang Yang turned his gaze to the small basket in front.
"How about you sit here?"
Shen Mange glanced at it and immediately shook her head, "How could I possibly fit in there?"
Zhang Yang subconsciously looked at Shen Mange's lower half, her legs slender and shapely in shorts.
However, Zhang Yang was assessing Shen Mange's rear and then confidently said, "You can fit, your butt isn't big."
Shen Mange immediately glared, "Is that polite?"
Zhang Yang straightforwardly replied, "If you don't like it, just wait here, and I'll go in myself to find your sister."
With that, Zhang Yang really started to walk away.
At this moment, Shen Mange was too worried to bear waiting there.
"Wait, I'll come with you then."
"But how am I supposed to get on?"
