It was all Bai Xiaolong's fault. That animal had ruined his reputation.
Bai Xiaolong hadn't hesitated, either. He slammed on the gas, whipped the car around in a U-turn, and in the blink of an eye, the sports car was already speeding toward the end of the road.
VROOM!
A minute later, the roar of an engine sounded from behind. Bai Xiaolong looked back. Feng Jiajia's sports car had already shot far ahead, moving like a bolt of red lightning; he couldn't even see her exhaust fumes.
"Chase her! Isn't this car of yours supposed to be a hot hatch?" Meng Yang slapped the car door in frustration. Eating someone's dust was never a good feeling.
"This *is* a hot hatch, but her car is god-tier! It's a freaking laser rocket! I'm doing my best here!" Bai Xiaolong was just as frantic. He had the pedal floored, so why did it feel like they were crawling? It was maddening.
