"What was that just now?" Xiao Xian shouted out with all her might. She was mistaken; sitting in this car felt different from being on Little White Jiao.
Despite it being Xuerou who was driving, as a bystander, Xiao Xian could feel that the car had become an extension of Xuerou's body, like her hands and her feet, braking and accelerating as naturally as breathing.
"High-speed drifting, my dad's signature move," Xuerou's face, distorted under the helmet, was flushed with excitement as she made a silly face.
Dad, I've made it, I didn't let you down.
Zeng Bin, the Asian Drifting King who had died several years ago, just then, his special technique was reborn through the hands of his only living descendant on the mountain road of Miaofeng Mountain.
