“Didn’t You Want to Shake Her Hand? I'll Give You the Chance."

"6.5 million..."

The Range Rover owner's head buzzed when he heard the number.

"How can a motorcycle be so expensive?"

"It's not too late to find out." The traffic policeman handed his driver's license back. "I'll cover for you. Just go, don't embarrass yourself here."

"Thank you, thank you."

Under the police's care, the Range Rover owner left dejectedly, and Lin Yi left on his motorcycle without saying anything else.

Half an hour later, Lin Yi drove Ji Qingyan to Yaluo Design on his motorcycle.

When the two arrived, Lin Yi found Guan Ya and a middle-aged man waiting at the door.

As expected, they were waiting for Ji Qingyan.

"President Ji, we've been waiting for you for a long time."

Guan Ya stretched out her hand when she saw Ji Qingyan get off the motorcycle.

However, she didn't realize that the man with the helmet was Lin Yi.

At the same time, she felt a little weirded out.