Ying Hengyu flashed a standard brown-nosing smile, "Third Brother, your mask."
Rong Zhi put on his mask, revealing only those enchanting fox-like eyes.
There were just two minutes left before the race began, and team members took their positions on the track.
Ying Yunlin and Bai Su returned to find Rong Zhi missing, exchanged glances, and Ying Yunlin's lip twitched, tugging at the wound on his cheek, causing him to hiss in pain.
Damn, this dog was ruthless.
He should know because he is Brother Zhi!
"Don't look at me, even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you," Ying Yunlin smirked coldly, crossing his arms and turning his gaze to the track.
Then.
He saw a familiar figure on the track.
Sure enough, he thought.
Couldn't find Little Ying God in the audience? Look for her on the track.
