C442 Phone Number for the Old Patriarch

Brother Cheng couldn't help but admire Bai Zhongwu's sharp bicycle. Judging by the scale of his motorcycle repair shop, it wouldn't be hard to just buy a random car, no matter how weak it was, he could get a motorcycle that burned oil, so Brother Cheng carefully sized up his flashy bike. Except for the fact that the bell on the whole bike had rusted