Su Lu couldn't help but watch him.
Especially during a sharp turn, her body leaned towards the car door with inertia, yet her gaze uncontrollably drifted towards Bo Jingshen.
And he looked so composed, his eyes unchanging, overly calm. As if he'd experienced this too many times, so much that he'd become numb to it. Even at such speeds, there was no sign of excitement, let alone adrenaline—his emotional fluctuations were minimal.
All that remained was increasingly accurate timing and orderly gear shifting, accelerating, decelerating, turning, and straight-line speeding up.
Su Lu tilted her head, trying to look behind to see how far the chasing car was, but with a large helmet on, it felt like her whole body had become clumsy; she could only awkwardly look at the rearview mirror on her side.
