Gu Linxi unexpectedly shook off his hand, stood up first, looked down at him with a serious expression, "Even if I give you another chance tomorrow, can you ride a motorcycle?"
"Why can't I?"
Gu Linxi's gaze fell on his hidden right hand, "Your right hand is trembling, it's a stress reaction after trauma. How can you ride tomorrow like this? Cui Jiangjing, you can't handle a bike at all. You forced yourself today, what about tomorrow? Can you conquer your psychological shadow and try again tomorrow? Do you know how severe post-traumatic stress reactions can be? You might not even be able to insert the key tomorrow!"
Cui Jiangjing shrank his hand behind him, lifting his sharp chin, "That's my business, don't interfere. Just remember to keep your promise!"
"..."
Gu Linxi felt inexplicably agitated.
