Han Qiwu didn't have much opinion on the matter. As long as Aunt Hong Mei led the way, it was fine. He turned his gaze to Tang Qingying, seeking her input.
"Alright, I'll park the bike here then." Tang Qingying nodded. She had anticipated this situation before setting off and deliberately wore camouflage pants.
Han Qiwu gathered their belongings, walked to the front of the motorcycle, and mounted it. After gripping the handlebars securely, he said, "Hop on."
Tang Qingying nodded, walked over, and sat behind Han Qiwu. She reached out and grabbed his shirt, saying, "If I accidentally hurt you while holding on, just let me know. There's not much to stabilize myself here in the middle seat."
"Don't grab the shirt! What if you tear it off and it falls? Just hold onto Xiao Han's waist; it's fine. Nowadays, we don't stick to that old-school notion about men and women. Safety comes first." Aunt Hong Mei said with a playful laugh, before climbing onto the bike herself.
