"YIN — SHAO — JIE!" she hollered in panic. The speed of the car was too fast, and her words were cut off by the wind.
"Stop shouting! Sit properly and hold on tight! It'll end soon; just bear with it!" Usually, Yin Shaojie didn't have a single hair out of place when he was racing. Today was different. His brow was even damp with cold sweat as he checked on her from time to time.
Among the crowd, a pleased Han Yun'er picked up on the shrieks of Mu Xiaoxiao and roared with laughter.
She smirked maliciously. Let's see how you die, you slut!
...
On the road, the sapphire-blue Bugatti drifted around a corner beautifully, remaining in the lead.
In the car, Mu Xiaoxiao's face turned increasingly pale, her blood seeming to sink from her face all the way to her legs. She looked as if she were sick.
Yin Shaojie noticed her discomfort. Frowning in concern, he asked, "Xiaoxiao, are you alright?"
