Inside the Bentley being thrown into the backseat, Ling Qingyu didn't want to open her mouth, watching with envy as Tang Ziyi revved the engine and the steering wheel.
She folded her arms and leaned back while she reluctantly listened to Tang Ziyi's giggle throughout the journey.
Just when she was this close to driving her favorite car, the opportunity was taken away by the damn woman under the pretext of her security.
Ling Qingyu still scorned the cheap Tang Ziyi, who spoke: "Boss, no need to be angry. I'm really caring for you. I have to say the feeling this beast you give me is to my liking."
Her persuasion might've worked if not for the last sentence she spoke out.
"This is the car I bought with my own money and you don't allow me to drive. I also want to feel what it's like on the steering wheel!" Ling Qingyu lashed out beating the cushioned seat underneath.
