"This afternoon, I'll have Yi Qian come over for some matters, I might be too busy to keep you company," Wen Yanqing sat down at the dining table and said, "Go have some fun, it's very close by anyway."
With Lin Zhaonan there, he had nothing to worry about.
Lin Gantang had once been passionate about supercar racing, using the thrill of speeding to vent the unresolved anger and resentment in her heart, but now that her mind was calmer, she found such thrilling activities less appealing, even dispensable.
"I'm not particularly interested in playing recently, plus Le Yu isn't around; of all my friends, he's the best racer, and it's not as fun with anyone else."
Lin Gantang's first thought was Le Yu, but he was in H City, and she had no idea when he would return.
She sighed softly, "Fine, I'll go check on my brother, a man who's always working overtime suddenly having time to race—I find that quite peculiar."
