However, this didn't mean the repair fee the curly-haired man mentioned was fake. On the contrary, it was a legitimate price with no markup. The cost was mainly for repainting the bodywork.
Though it was just an electric scooter, it wasn't an ordinary one. This was a scooter worth eleven Yuan! The cost of the paint job was not cheap at all.
A moment later, under Uncle Jin's reluctant gaze, Xia Liang rode off on the small electric donkey with Ling Ji, leaving behind a group of bruised and battered underclassmen silently cleaning up the battlefield.
After a night of passion at home, he took Ling Ji to work the next morning. Then, Xia Liang started another day of driving for DiDi.
「In a coffee shop in the city center.」
"Xiao Yan, you're twenty-five this year, right? Still haven't found a boyfriend?" a woman with a standard "internet celebrity" face asked He Zhiyao.
