Fuck, Old Ding has no class, just sold himself out like that?
Zhang Fan looked at the group of gritted-teeth journalists and suddenly felt an ominous premonition.
Even Qin Shuang and Ye Jingtian, looking at Zhang Fan with wide eyes, couldn't help but laugh.
"Serves him right!" Ye Yanran laughed with schadenfreude.
"Holy shit, is it really this dude? My God, how could this foodie possibly be into car racing?"
"Damn, he's still a high school senior? Did my fucking ears go bad?"
"Damn, when we were in senior year, at most we just fought or played around with girlfriends…"
"Shit, I'm starting to question my own life. Some broke kid can pull off such an earth-shattering stunt, and here I am, seemingly with no talent other than spending money. No, I have to get into racing too."
"Race your sis." Black Rose Weng Shuang slapped the young man beside her.
"Sis, I don't have a sister," said Weng Yufeng with an innocent face.
