"Bikey?"
Wen Ci's gaze immediately fell on the 28-inch roadster. She didn't know when Devil's Week started, but it wouldn't be a problem to let Xiao Shitou sit on it for a bit.
"Then Xiao Shitou has to be good and eat. We'll sit on it after dinner."
"Uh-huh."
Zhu Jing asked curiously, "Is this the betrothal gift Mr. Huo bought for you?"
Wen Ci nodded, then shook her head. The roadster was indeed a betrothal gift from Huo Jingyuan. But she thought it was too showy and didn't want it, so she had agreed to make it the prize for the first-place winner of Devil's Week.
"What do you mean?"
Wen Ci spoke plainly, "A roadster like this isn't very useful in the Northwest Military Region. It only takes a few minutes to walk to and from work."
"So?"
Wen Ci's eyelids drooped slightly as she said calmly, "So, Huo Jingyuan is going to award this roadster to the first-place winner of Devil's Week."
