Even though his face was much cleaner than in the previous life, Su Huan could recognize this biker guy at a glance.
The broken-down vehicle he modified for him required major repairs twelve times a month and minor repairs thirty-six times.
It was repaired more frequently than his fingernails.
Because of this broken-down vehicle, they had dealings for a year and ended up getting acquainted.
Still, Su Huan confirmed again, "What's your name?"
"Huang Sea, you can just call me Old Huang," the bespectacled man quickly replied.
Su Huan couldn't help but curl his lips, opened the back door of the car, and said in a harsh tone, "Get in!"
But the two didn't mind his tone at all, their faces full of pure gratitude.
Beside him, Lao San was somewhat confused, "Are these two your friends?"
"Don't know them."
Lao San shifted gears, looking more puzzled, "Then why are you letting them in without even knowing them?"
