At this moment, where could she hide her beloved motorcycle?
If John saw it, it might just get confiscated!
Just as she was panicking, she suddenly heard the sound of a car.
Soon after, a white Porsche pulled up slowly beside her.
The back door opened, and there was Andrew, sporting gold-rimmed glasses and an elegant, refined demeanor.
Seeing Diana's troubled expression, he looked at her with curiosity.
"Diana, you've gone out for a spin again?"
"Andrew?!"
Diana paused for a moment, then her brows lifted, revealing a sly smile. "Andrew, you're just in time."
Seeing her smile like that, Andrew suddenly felt a flutter in his heart.
He steadied himself. "What's going on?"
Diana got off the motorcycle and blinked her innocent big eyes at Andrew.
"Andrew, can you do me a favor?"
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