Nobody said a word in the car. Yue Tingfeng drove like he wanted to kill himself. The traffic lights along the road were like shadows to him.
Yan Qingsi was scared stiff from the sheer speed of the car. "I'm not done with life yet, if you put me in my grave today, I'll ensure you won't be able to call yourself a man ever again," she berated.
Finally having something to manipulate Yan Qingsi with, Yue Tingfeng stepped harder on the gas pedal. Chuckling to himself, he said, "If I don't achieve my main goal in life, it wouldn't have mattered whether I was a man or not."
Realizing what he meant by 'main goal', Yan Qingsi almost kicked Yue Tingfeng from across the seat. However, seeing that he was still driving the extremely fast car, she quietly withdrew her leg.
Gripping the seatbelt nervously, she let loose a cold laugh. "Your mum was right, you never really learned how to differentiate your face from your buttocks."
