"Why talk so much with them, when you didn't make a peep dealing with Li Bo," Xu Lan Ya giggled.
Xuerou turned her head back. Beneath the helmet, her facial expression couldn't be seen. She gripped the steering wheel tightly, and the car's head swiveled to crash into the mountainside.
With the helmet's protection, Xiao Xian only felt a wave of dizziness. While her consciousness was still recovering, she felt her body being pushed out of the car door, "Xiao Xian, sorry."
A red blur flashed past, and Xiao Xian rolled down the slope along the mountain road. Her racing suit protected her knees and limbs.
"Xuerou," Xiao Xian leaped up, staring at the tragic and beautiful figure of the skewed red Ferrari moving up the mountain road.
