Bai Yifan inspected the motorcycle thoroughly, up and down, left and right.
After confirming there were no major issues, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Fortunately, it's fine."
Bai Yifan touched the motorcycle, his hand emitting a faint yellow glow, unconsciously enhancing the bike.
Owning a cool motorcycle was his dream.
Zhang Yiming smiled gently and whispered, "There are two tubs of milk powder in the trunk, take them and drink them!"
He didn't drink milk powder.
He wasn't here to find the Bai Family.
He came here to investigate something, yet subconsciously prepared supplies.
Thinking if he met the Bai Family, he could give them these.
"Really?"
Bai Yifan's eyes lit up, and after gaining Zhang Yiming's consent, he excitedly lunged at the trunk.
The milk powder given by Brother Zhang was top-notch.
He couldn't miss it.
"Eh, why won't this open!"
Bai Yifan fiddled with it for a while, but couldn't open the motorcycle's trunk.
