Ye Guichen accelerated all the way, the car speed already broke two hundred, turning into a flash of lightning on the highway, scaring Mi Lan into continuous screams.
"Slow down!"
"Ahhh! Fly slower!"
"I'm going to vomit, you rascal, slow down!"
Mi Lan's screams accompanied by the roaring sound, like a symphony.
But what's tragic is that just when Ye Guichen was enjoying the fun of speeding, he suddenly found out he was out of fuel.
The roaring sound seemed to turn into an old lady's moan, Ye Guichen's forehead was covered in black lines.
From the tumults of last night to going back now, he hadn't refueled at all, managing to drive until now was already a miracle.
"Damn it!" Ye Guichen glanced back, seeing that the car following him was nowhere to be seen, he had to slowly pull over to the roadside, preparing to wait for assistance.
He simply didn't have the ability to drive a sports car without fuel.
