Walking into the repair factory, Yellow Hair, dressed in a work uniform, looked up and saw Zou Lita, cracked a smile, and said, "Brother Tao, you finally made it."
"How's my motorcycle doing?" Zou Lita deliberately quickened his pace and distanced himself from Zhao Yang as he asked.
"It's been ready for a while now, just waiting for you to pick it up," Yellow Hair said. Suddenly, he felt like Zou Lita was signaling him with his eyes.
Quickly, he roughly understood what Zou Lita meant and couldn't help but glance at Zhao Yang who was some distance away.
"Brother Tao, just a moment, I'll go check if they've finished the painting," said Yellow Hair before turning and entering a room.
At this moment, Zou Lita walked up to a car and began talking to a mechanic, just for show, really to get further away from Zhao Yang.
It wasn't even three minutes before Yellow Hair reappeared, a large wrench now in his hand, and he called out to someone at the door, "Huan Zi, close the door!"