Yang Fan's evasive answer could barely pass as a reason, but upon closer consideration, it was indeed too enigmatic.
Nolan Hui frowned, guessing that if she kept asking, she wouldn't get an answer that satisfied her, so she simply accepted it.
It might really just be talent. Only that could explain the near-miraculous series of events that happened to Yang Fan.
It was three o'clock in the afternoon, and both of them were hungry, so they found a nice restaurant and had a big meal.
After finishing the meal, they left the restaurant. It was time for Nolan Hui to go back, as this guy could already drive and didn't need her as a coach anymore.
"It's about time I headed back. You should head home early to rest too," said Nolan Hui.
Holding the keys, Yang Fan headed straight for the car, saying as he went, "It's still early. Let's have some fun."
"Fun with what?"
"The thrill of speed and passion."
"You really want to play?" Nolan Hui asked again for confirmation.
"Of course."
