Lin Xuanxuan, as someone who exercised regularly, couldn't adapt to such high speeds, and Qiao Yushan, who was sitting in the back, was feeling it even more.
The quickly retreating scenery and vehicles on both sides even made her feel somewhat dizzy and disoriented.
Yet, at this time, she neither screamed nor tried to stop Su Weifeng; she just tightly grabbed the handrail, eyes tightly shut, remaining quiet so as not to disturb him.
"One-hundred thirty!"
"One-hundred fifty!"
"Damn! One-hundred eighty!"
Lin Xuanxuan glanced at the speedometer from time to time and couldn't help exclaiming inwardly. This was the city, after all; such speeds were really dangerous.
But the more dangerous it was, the more excited she became, especially when they passed one car after another—the thrill was indescribable.
In nine and a half minutes, Su Weifeng's car stopped at a small road junction.
"You two stay in the car," Su Weifeng said, and then he immediately jumped out of the car.
