Liu Chen was riding his motorcycle and was about to catch up when he realized the car ahead had noticed him and was trying to cut him off, forcing him towards the roadside barrier.
Liu Chen wasn't just good at driving cars; his motorcycle skills were also outstanding.
Bang! A loud crash echoed, the motorcycle slammed into the roadside barrier, igniting a thick fire.
"Hmph, foolish brat, still dares to fight me, simply courting death!"
Hua Qing proudly said to Gangzi, the driver.
At that moment, Liu Qiaoqiao in the car couldn't believe what she saw through the rear-view mirror—the motorcycle engulfed in smoke. Was the person really dead?
Liu Qiaoqiao's eyes were a bit wet; Liu Chen died trying to save her. Why is the world so against her?
"What are you crying for? Is he your lover?"
Hua Qing noticed Liu Qiaoqiao crying and was displeased: "Good riddance, spared you from further entanglement."
"Gangzi, drive faster; I can't hold back any longer. I already want her now."
