"I knew we shouldn't have trusted that kid Guo Shiyu who doesn't even have a full set of whiskers!"
"Even if he's Old Guo's grandson, he still owes us an explanation! Our hard-earned money can't just go down the drain like that!"
In the VIP lounge, Duan Feng let out a wolf-like howl, "Awooo! We won! My little uncle won! Little Red won! Freaking awesome! Totally freaking awesome!"
Won?
He Ruotong lifted her head in confusion, looking towards the big screen, huh? What's going on with Mr. Qin? He looks like he's about to kill Guo Shiyu. Didn't he win?
As the race neared its end, Mo Yuqi closed her eyes, continuously calculating where to raise funds. Just when Mo Yuqi was feeling troubled, she heard Duan Feng's roar!
What? Little Red won?
Even though Mo Yuqi had cultivated her composure to the point of being unshakable, she couldn't help but tremble lightly when she suddenly heard that Little Red had won!
