Soon, a super bizarre scene unfolded at the racetrack—Cheng Sheng, carrying Black Overlord, was circling the track non-stop, drawing pointing fingers and murmurs from the audience.
Cheng Sheng's looks were on par with Qin Yu's, and his figure was exceptionally upright and strong as he carried Black Overlord. Many mature women's eyes were shining!
"Isn't that Young Master Cheng? He really knows how to have fun!"
"Oh my God! Is Young Master Cheng this strong? I wonder if there's a body full of muscles under his clothes?"
"Young Master Cheng is so strong, able to carry Black Overlord! How cool would it be to be his girlfriend?"
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The wealthy matrons were shouting all sorts of things; Cheng Sheng's face turned as black as ink. It could be said that Cheng Sheng had made a name for himself!
Qin Yu had no interest in watching Cheng Sheng make a fool of himself. He had come to the racetrack solely to win Mo Yuqi's favor and win her back.
"Qiqi, the race is over, shall we go?"
