When that fiery red Porsche sports car pulled up in front of Ling Ruonan's villa, Luo Ziling finally let out a sigh of relief. As he unbuckled his seatbelt, he said, "Senior, it looks like your driving skills could use some refining. It didn't feel like a sports car experience."
Yang Qingyin was actually not bad at driving, but on the way to Ling Ruonan's villa, she drove quite steadily and didn't exhibit the wildness expected of a sports car. Luo Ziling, who neither got car sick nor encountered any traffic accidents, breathed a sigh of relief, but didn't forget to tease Yang Qingyin.
Hearing Luo Ziling say this, Yang Qingyin retorted a bit annoyed and embarrassed, "I don't drive much, so this level of skill is already quite good. Besides, these are city roads; it's not possible to unleash a sports car's full potential here."
"Alright then, some time let's take it out on a highway in the suburbs and see what it feels like to drive a sports car at high speed."
