The neon lights flickered, and the sound waves filled the air.
Lin Beichen patted the car door and looked at the dazed Yan Feifei.
"I'm here. I might have something to do later. Are you coming with me, or are we going our separate ways?"
"I'll follow you."
Yan Feifei quickly said, unbuckling her seatbelt.
Sky International Racing Center.
Yan Feifei stood in front of the gigantic neon sign, her eyes filled with bewilderment.
She hadn't even gone inside yet, but just the scene in front of the parking lot was already enough to give her a huge shock.
She knew there were differences between people, but she never imagined these differences would be so vast.
A warm reminder hung beside the racing center.
It was the parking fee standard.
The parking fee was over 1,000 yuan per hour, with only 1 yuan being the actual parking cost. The remaining 999 yuan was a tip for the parking lot staff.
