Another fifteen minutes passed, and the crowd began to grow, but there were no signs of the racing club members, Ran Yu was puzzled...
"Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu!"
Ran Yu stood up, "President."
Xiong Lin hurried over, looked around her, "Eh, where's your husband?"
"Oh. He had some business at the company, he left first."
"That's great!" Xiong Lin suddenly clapped his hands excitedly.
Ran Yu: "..."
"Xiaoyu, come with me to meet someone."
"Who is it?" Ran Yu asked immediately, with a bad feeling.
"Hehe, don't worry, it's just the sponsor of this competition."
Ran Yu rolled her eyes. Was Xiong Lin really treating her as a live billboard?
"Let's go, there's still twenty minutes before the race starts anyway." Saying this, Xiong Lin picked up her bag for her.
Seeing his excited look, Ran Yu spoke up, "I'll go with you, but I'm not doing any of that drinking and dining company stuff."
