Today's precious video of the race that the organizers recorded would leave a deep mark in City H's racing history. People would still be able to bring it up and talk about it with great relish after many years.
The rain in the mountains was getting heavier. It would be hazardous if the helicopter were too close to the ground. Si Rong looked at Mo Qian, who had a grave expression. He took a deep breath and patted him on the shoulder.
Si Rong gestured for Mo Qian to take off the noise-canceling headphones, then yelled at him, "This is too dangerous! There's a live helicopter streaming at the foot of the mountain. Let's go down first! Zhuang Xian is so good. We have to have some confidence in her!"
Mo Qian heard Si Rong's words clearly, and his furrowed brows relaxed a little. It wasn't that he didn't trust Zhuang Xian, but he was too concerned! If he could not see that Zhuang Xian was safe, he would probably go crazy.
