Qi Xiao swung his long legs over and leapt skillfully down from the snowmobile.
He took off his helmet, and the black bangs on his forehead were blown apart by the mountain wind, revealing a face full of aggression—high and sharp brow bones, a nose ridge as steep as a snow peak's edge, and three black diamond earrings in his left ear glinted darkly as he turned his head.
The snowmobile team following him sketched a perfect arc in front of the rescue station, stopping neatly and kicking up a spray of snow mist.
Lu Jinyu's face instantly turned pale.
He recognized the model of those motorbikes—they were the same limited edition as his own snowmobile, now appearing here as if they were ordinary transport tools, assembled as a team.
His fingers, resting on the handlebars, involuntarily twitched.
[Didn't Lu Jinyu say his snowmobile was a limited edition? How come Brother Qi came over with an entire team?]
