Li Qiao looked at the RX7 sports car, her gaze slightly burning.
But why were there seven?
She shifted her gaze from the sports car, and on the brightly lit racetrack side, Shang Yu was already striding leisurely toward her.
The man's shoulders were covered in the frosty white of the lighting effects, his silhouette against the light, tall and upright.
Li Qiao's heart stirred with an unusual feeling as she brushed away the stray hairs on her forehead blown by the breeze and walked towards him.
Shang Yu stood in front of her with one hand in his pocket and the other resting on top of her head, ruffling it gently, his voice magnetic and deep, "Busy day today?"
Li Qiao looked up, locking eyes with him, and while glancing at the RX7 sports car, she pulled down his fingers to hold them, "Mmh, a bit busy, where did all these cars come from?"
The RX7 sports car was usually reserved for top-tier events and it was rare to see so many at once.
