Amidst the envy of the others, Ji Xinghuo straddled behind Zhao Manying.
The seat of a Light Wheel Motorbike was generally meant for one person, but it could fit two if they squeezed a bit. Ji Xinghuo seemed to be pressed up against Zhao Manying, but in reality, he controlled his body so well that there was a gap between them.
After all, it was their first meeting; he couldn't be mistaken for a hooligan.
Once he had put on a spare helmet, Zhao Manying leaned her upper body forward, pressing down as if she were lying on the motorbike, twisting the throttle with her right hand.
Vroom vroom...
The Light Wheel Motorbike gradually accelerated, speeding up on the highway, trailing a faint blue light.
Soon, the motorbike entered the Superconductive Highway.
