"How about..."
"Should I drive instead?"
Sitting in the convertible driven by Lin Ying, Ansheng remained silent for a moment before looking at Lin Ying and saying:
"At this speed of ours, if we were on a public road in the city, the traffic police would definitely give us a ticket....."
Sister Lin Fu, in her Fox Lady form, sat in the driver's seat with fox ears, driving a 600-horsepower German V8 convertible sports car.
In Ansheng's mind, if the Fox Lady doesn't drive the convertible onto someone's rooftop and make it fly, she's already abiding by the traffic laws of Xia Country and is considered a model citizen of Jiule City...
Uncle Fu Li was all ready to jump out and carry the convertible to avoid crashing into the river or hitting someone.
But in reality,
Lin Ying drove the convertible on the road, never exceeding thirty kilometers per hour, just slightly faster than idling. Ansheng had just seen a delivery guy and a nighttime cycling group overtake them.
