The moment Hilla got out of the car, a figure plunged into her arms. Margaret blinked and sobbed with a red face. "Hilla, you are so cool!"
As soon as she opened her mouth, Hilla couldn't help but frown, "What happened to your voice?"
Margaret rubbed her fingertips in embarrassment and whispered, "I was too excited that I screamed all the time!"
It was just that she had never seen a girl as cool as Hilla. Actually, she had seen women driving cars and seen those cool girls.
But none of them were close to her, so she never had a true feeling.
The moment Hilla crossed the line, Margaret actually had a sense of pride, as if Hilla's glory was hers, as if she and Hilla shared the same thing.
"It's me who is racing. What are you so excited about? Don't worry. I won't embarrass the Anderson family."
