Lin Moyang’s 28-inch bicycle tires crunched over the muddy, post-rain dirt road. He swerved deliberately from side to side, the bike chain emitting a rhythmic "creak, creak."
Behind him, Lin Changsheng was gasping for air, his forehead slick with sweat.
"You little bastard, if you don't know how to ride a bike, then don't ride it! You’re going to be the death of me... *huff*..."
Chapter 94