With a long leg, Yang Tianlin got on the motorcycle and looked back at Shan Yiqian, "Come on."

"Where are you going to take me?"

"You come up first, hurry up."

After licking his lower lip, Shan Yiqian could only hold Yang Tianlin's shoulder and sit on it.

Yang Tianlin grabbed her hand and wrapped it around her waist, "Hold it tight."

I remember the last time I took a motorcycle, Zhou Yunliang carried him.

After that time, Shan Yiqian had originally sweared secretly that she would never ride a motorcycle again in her life.

But I didn't expect to be forced to do so again now.

Just as Yang Tianlin was leaving with Shan Yiqian, a black car drove over and parked at the entrance of Yang Family Pavilion.

The car door opened, and the person who came down looked at the direction where the motorcycle left and frowned slightly.

"Is that Tian Lin?"

Upon hearing this, the assistant immediately replied: "Miss Yang, it seems."

"This kid."

Shaking his head, Yang Tianxin stepped into the Yang Family Pavilion.

"Miss Yang."

The staff in the museum came up and reported, "Ms. Yang, someone came to see you just now."

"Look for me?"

Yang Tianxin's eyes flashed and she asked expectantly: "Is it surnamed Zhou?"

"No, it's a lady named Shang."

"business?"

"yes.

He is the curatorial director of Xunmeng.

However, "paused, the staff said, "But she left with Young Master Yang."

"Tianlin?"

"Ms. Shan wants to borrow the exhibition hall, and then Master Yang..."                                                                                                                       

Yang Tianxin frowned and took out his cell phone to call his younger brother, but when he thought that he must be riding a bicycle now, he had to give up temporarily.

Walking in, she asked the assistant: "Mr. Zhou said when did you meet?"
Chapter completed!