Bab 67: Tired of Living?

The owner of the motorcycle came back to his senses. He looked in shock at the back of the robber who was speeding off. He could only see the butt of his motorcycle. He immediately covered his chest and cried,

"This damned vixen actually dares to rob me in broad daylight. That's my prized motorcycle."

"Young Mr. Gong?" Qin Tian got out of the car and looked at the handsome young man who was holding his chest and crying.

Wasn't this the young master of the Gong family, one of the four major aristocratic families in the capital? Why was he sitting here crying so sadly?

When Young Mr. Gong heard Qin Tian's voice, he immediately raised his weak and numb hand and pulled Qin Tian's hand as he complained furiously,

"Qin Tian, you came at the right time. Hurry up and help me catch up to that little vixen who robbed me of my motorcycle just now."