Qin Xianfei turned her head, her face pale, dazedly nodding.
"Damn it, bad luck always works out, how did this happen!"
Yang Fei's heart nearly jumped out of his chest in fright.
"You silly woman, why get angry for no reason? If you want to die, we should at least get a room before that."
Qin Xianfei was infuriated by this guy's nonsense in such a critical moment.
"Shut up, being able to die with this beauty is your good fortune."
Yang Fei scoffed.
"If I'm going to die, it should be on your belly. That's way more classy."
"Ugh, you wretched rogue! Say one more word, and I'll die with you."
Qin Xianfei's driving skills were quite good, bantering with Yang Fei while rapidly spinning the steering wheel.
She narrowly avoided one car after another, the tires screeching loudly as they swung.
But Yang Fei and Qin Xianfei were well aware.
No matter how skillful Qin Xianfei was, at over 180 kilometers per hour, a crash was nearly unavoidable; it was just a matter of time.
