Chapter Two Hundred Fifty-Three
A fiery red flame was speeding down the road.
Sitting in the car, the strong push-back sensation pressed Bai Xuehen firmly against the seatback. Her mouth slightly open, her eyes revealing a touch of nervousness, but more so an air of excitement.
This girl's heart is wilder than her appearance.
Long Xiaoshan chuckled inwardly.
He had originally thought Bai Xuehen's appearance to be classical, fond of wearing cheongsams, arranging flowers, playing the guqin, and reading books, clearly the artsy type of girl, but it turned out all this was just a facade, an artsy young woman with a rock 'n' roll heart.
The road to Kowloon Mountain was in the suburbs, broad and with little traffic, allowing Long Xiaoshan to step on the accelerator with confidence.
Unleashing the wild power of the Ferrari.
After driving more than ten kilometers, the road widened even more, and Long Xiaoshan pulled the car over to the side of the road.