A bystander immediately rushed over and grabbed Yan Yichen by the collar, "You! It's you! Don't you dare run!"
A massive black cloud hung ominously above Yan Yichen's head.
Damn! Do I really look like someone who's up to no good?!
...
Xiao Xichen slammed his foot on the gas pedal, the fuel gauge needle spinning halfway around the dial.
Several bikers realized someone was chasing them, and they all sped up, weaving skillfully through the traffic. But Xiao Xichen was no slouch either, relentlessly pursuing them.
Before he met Cheng Youran, he often raced cars with others for fun.
Later, during a conversation, Cheng Youran casually mentioned that racing was too dangerous, so he gleefully declined all his former friends' invitations, wishing every day to just ride a bicycle, trailing behind Cheng Youran with puppy dog devotion.
Angrily pounding the steering wheel, Xiao Xichen wished he could sprout wings to quickly rescue Cheng Youran!
