Children's electric model, the main thing is...
It still has three wheels!
Especially when compared to Jiang Chengsi's motorcycle, it's simply a miniaturized version, nowhere near his imposing coolness.
Jiang Chengsi pointed at the little motorcycle, "Let me tell you, this motorcycle has powerful features, comfortable seats, and even lights. Look at the red-black color scheme, so classic, easy to operate, and it has a throttle."
"Once you ride this motorcycle, you're the coolest guy in all of Beijing!"
"By the way, it can also play music, stories, and ancient poems. Let me give you a demonstration..."
As Jiang Chengsi operated it, a series of beep-beep sounds came from the motorcycle, followed by a rather melodramatic mechanical voice, starting to play that classic:
"What do you call your dad's dad, your dad's dad is called grandpa..."
Jiang Xiaowai blinked, looking at Jiang Chengsi, her round eyes full of big question marks.
The little one was disdainful inside.
