Liu Er hurried to check on Jiang Moxi's motorcycle, which was parked not far away.
It wasn't the beloved mini motorcycle he used to own, but a basic blue model, which was far less valuable than the one he was riding now.
Liu Er wasn't foolish enough to make such a losing trade, so he firmly said, "No exchange."
But obviously, Jiang Moxi wasn't asking for his opinion; she simply increased the pressure on Liu Er's hand.
Liu Er cried out in pain, even desperately struggling to break free.
But any movement caused the areas that had been beaten to hurt so much that his face twisted in pain.
Liu Er had no choice but to grit his teeth and ask Jiang Moxi, "What about the previous motorcycle?"
It was Liu Er's favorite bike, into which he had poured countless amounts of money and effort to modify.
The bike was even jokingly referred to as Liu Er's "wife" by his acquaintances.
If he could exchange it for his "wife," Liu Er might accept.
But Jiang Moxi told him, "It's gone!"
