In the VIP room, the prodigals had turned to stone! This race had been a rollercoaster—from heaven to hell in just one second!
Cheng Sheng stood at his seat, not daring to say a word, for fear that after mocking Duan Feng, Little Red would erupt again!
He Ruotong clutched her chest tightly, feeling her heart was about to leap out of her mouth! She swore to herself that from now on, she would never bet on horse racing again!
Dammit, was this horse racing or tightrope walking? Could my heart please catch a break?
"Mr. Mo... Little Red... is going to lose,"
Diana, unusually, did not mock Qin Yu because she felt he had done very, very well! If someone else had been in his place, they definitely couldn't have done better than Qin Yu!
Qin Yu and Little Red were just unlucky to have encountered the incredibly formidable Fiery Lion!
"No, it won't lose! It absolutely won't lose! Qin Yu promised me! Little Red must win the race's championship!"
