At first, Murong Qiao didn't understand the reason for taking the elevator.
When the elevator slowly stopped and the door opened, countless cheers surged into her ears. Looking at the people in the audience outside and the racing cars speeding on the track, she couldn't help but be infected by this speed.
Without needing Tang Yu to say anything, Murong Qiao could see the fiery red car at first glance. It was far ahead of the others and almost surpassed the advantage of half a circle. It swung its tail and passed through curves one after another.
Tang Yu brought her to the front. The viewing experience here was excellent. It was almost exciting. The strong wind from the racing cars blew against her face.
"I've tried to persuade him to treat his illness several times before, but he refused to listen," Tang Yu said as he watched the red color fade away.
