Sitting in the Ferrari, fastening her seatbelt, Gu Xiangyi suddenly felt uneasy, wondering if it was right to let Xu Xiangbei drive.
Xu Xiangbei started the car, shifted gears and accelerated, the engine roaring like thunder, even moving Gu Xinyan on the third floor.
She watched quietly from behind the glass window, as if appreciating a piece of abstract art, expressionless, but secretly admiring Xu Xiangbei's handsome driving style.
The Ferrari's engine emitted a piercing roar, like a hunting leopard, speeding away.
Xu Xiangbei's movements were smooth and seamless, upshifting to accelerate, downshifting to drift; the actions clean and nimble, decisive and swift, with the car's tires occasionally screeching, leaving trails of light smoke on the ground.
