"Okay," he said in a low voice while maintaining a sharp gaze on the road ahead.
Mu Xiaoxiao smiled at his expression.
"Sit tight; I'll try to end this quick." Yin Shaojie had never been so serious. He usually carried a flippant attitude when he was racing, and he only got a little more serious when there was a worthy opponent. This time, however, even the cells in his body were focused.
They had already been left far behind. It seemed nearly impossible to catch up, much less overtake them.
However, he was going to make the impossible possible.
"Yeah!" Mu Xiaoxiao nodded her head fervently and sucked in a huge breath to prepare for the ride.
Luckily, the sports car had still been moving forward all along. Yin Shaojie hadn't stopped, only decreasing the speed; if not, he wouldn't have been able to save this situation even if he was Iron Man.
