Yang Dao and Feng Yun ate a hearty breakfast and drove to the racetrack. The roads were empty because it was a holiday. The boy parked the vehicle and had just come out when the young secretary ran over, panting. He said, "President Feng, the chairman invites you to his office."
Feng Yun, the proud Phoenix, would go to someone else? She said in her usual cold voice, "Tell your chairman that even if he combines a hundred of people like him, he is not worthy of my visit. If he has something to say, then he can come to the pit stop. He may be the chairman, but I am also one trustee on the committee.
The boy did not know why Feng Yun was so enraged that he could sense it with the spiritual bond. He asked nothing and just walked behind her after she was done rebuking the young secretary. He asked in a low voice, "Why are you so angry?"
Feng Yun said, "Do you remember your race with the top racers that night?"
