Five or six meters away, Ning Qiang tugged at the corners of his mouth, his right leg jiggling leisurely. He stared at Chen Yang with a look of utter disdain. Just a worthless freeloader who leeches off a woman. He has the nerve to defy me?
Heh heh...
Ning Qiang gave a provocative smirk. A human life is at stake here. I don't believe this loser, Chen Yang, would actually dare to hit me. He's just putting on a show. Even if he really did charge over, he'd just end up slamming on the brakes right in front of me.
"You little bastard, your grandpa is here!"
Chen Yang floored it. The Ferrari shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, its roaring engine making the blood pump with excitement.
Huh?
Ning Qiang frowned. Then, his face visibly twisted in terror, becoming deathly pale.
He's still accelerating... This...
"Chen Yang!" Qin Qiu's pupils contracted as she yelled in horror.
