Pei Yutang was about to fall to his knees, when a pair of soft, slender hands suddenly grabbed his arm firmly.
Lin Yan supported him. "Why are you in a hurry?"
"Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing? Are you trying to act as if nothing happened?" One of Song Yaonan's friends began to protest.
Pei Yutang's eyebrows were furrowed tightly together as he flung her hand away. "Don't interfere in this matter! It has nothing to do with you."
Lin Yan ignored the commotion and gave him a tiny smile. Then, she turned to glance at Song Yaonan. "Young Master Song, you merely beat Pei Yutang. You haven't raced me yet. Shall we have a race?"
The crowd fell silent for a moment before it erupted into laughter at Lin Yan's suggestion.
"Woman, you want to race with Brother Nan? Are you joking?"
Pei Yutang pulled Lin Yan aside. "What are you doing? Are you crazy? You got carsick during the ride earlier, yet now you want to race?"
