Leng Youchen picked up a gray wool coat, personally went to the mall to buy a few sets of cosmetics, then drove to the Duke Mansion. Her young face always seemed to show signs of aging, how could he not go and check on her?
As the car approached the gates of the Duke Mansion, a Maybach approached head-on. Leng Youchen's gaze turned cold, and likewise, the other's expression wasn't any better.
Leng Youchen's lips tightened, a hint of a provocative cold smile flashed in his phoenix eyes. As he swiftly turned the steering wheel, he forcefully stepped on the gas, executing a beautiful drift and tail slide, managing to enter the Duke Mansion ahead of the Maybach.
Gong Ting was not willing to show weakness, roaring as he stepped on the gas to catch up. The two began to race on that driveway, their speed as fast as arrows leaving the string.
