Tang Xiaorou drove out of the parking lot, Ye Xuan sat in the passenger seat, whistling, picking at his feet, and occasionally throwing flirtatious glances at the beautiful women with fair skin and long legs outside the car window.
"Vroom..."
A buzzing vibration of a phone rang out.
Tang Xiaorou put on her headset and softly said, "Hey, what's up?"
"Tang Xiaorou, Qiuming Mountain tonight, are you coming or not?" From the other end of the call, a loud voice shouted.
"Of course, I lost tens of thousands to you yesterday, today I'm winning it all back with interest."
Tang Xiaorou slammed on the gas pedal, and the Ferrari's powerful roar erupted, a violent tremor bursting from the engine.
"What? Going racing again?"
In the passenger seat, Ye Xuan smiled lightly, the corner of his mouth carrying a sneer that made Tang Xiaorou a little angry, she replied, "What does it matter to you if I go racing?"
"Haha."
