"You are finding this amusing?!"
Wearing his Dali mask, Liang Sichen had a somewhat comical appearance. He raised one hand in the air, assuming a surrender position as if to say, "I'm just here for the entertainment."
"Tsk," he spat and tried to hit Ling Feiyi back.
However, her agile hands swiftly seized the collar of his racing jacket. With one leg raised and bent on the chair beside his thigh, she locked him in a savage manner. "Just accept the challenge... or are you a coward?"
Supersonic, now even more triggered, venomously shouted, "Who the fu*k is a coward?"
"If not you, then who else?" Ling Feiyi retorted with a provocative smirk that he couldn't see.
Supersonic gritted his teeth, the pressure making his jaw tight. "If that's what you want, then I accept this car race. If you lose, then don't you dare cry."
Ling Feiyi lowered her leg and shrugged. We'll see who is the one to cry." Without glancing back at Supersonic, she turned around and left the lounge.
