Xinyan finally came back to her senses: "That thing probably isn't cheap, should I give you some money from here."
After all, the money He Jinxuan earned before was all with her.
He Jinxuan said softly: "No need, the money I have should be enough."
After speaking, he turned his head to look at Xinyan: "You don't object?"
Xinyan knew what he was thinking. Seeing that there were not many pedestrians on the road here, she gently leaned her head against He Jinxuan's back: "Money is earned to be spent, and since you like it, it'll also make our travels more convenient. Why would I oppose it?"
The main thing is, if we really buy it, it could come in handy in an emergency.
In her past life, Lyu Juncheng initially treated that motorcycle like it was a god, wiping it down every day whether he rode it or not, never letting anyone else touch it. Back then, few women rode motorcycles, and she never thought of learning.
