Yang Fan glanced over the cars; he wasn't familiar with them, let alone those that were modified.
Nolan Hui could only drive; her knowledge about cars was limited to brands, and asking her was useless. Yang Fan chose a car, a black one; it wasn't about preference, just a feeling.
"Sir, please get ready, you can drive now," a staff member reminded.
Yang Fan walked over, ready to open the car door and get in when a noisy group approached.
The leader was Qin Zhenghao, the so-called king of cars who had just received cheers from the crowd.
A young man next to him walked over and glared at the staff member, his attitude domineering: "Let him wait to drive, let Qin go first," the young man pointed towards Yang Fan.
"This..." the staff member was troubled: "This gentleman has already paid and has been waiting half an hour..."
