Watching the black sedan disappeared around the corner, Gu Junhao patted the steering wheel, a wicked smirk curling up the corner of his lips.
"Xiao Bai, it's time for you to show what you've got," he said.
Gu Junhao shifted gears, the engine roaring in tune with the rhythm of his foot on the accelerator.
The silver sports car executed a beautiful 180-degree drift in the narrow alley. Then, with a roar, it surged forward.
The black Santana's performance didn't stand a chance against the Maserati. Coupled with Gu Junhao's excellent driving skills, he quickly caught up with them.
He didn't dare to get too close for fear of alerting the people in the car and potentially harm the child if they panic. So, he followed at a distance, slowly following their path.
Meanwhile, he picked up his phone to call Qiaoxu, only remembering then that he had forgotten to charge it before leaving the house.
Now, confronting a black screen, he frowned.
