"Tsk, tsk, these foreign spicy girls have such fine figures!" Han Yue barely sits down when his gaze turns to the cheerleader team nearby.
Everyone knows that Baxter, the car racer ranked third internationally, loves to bring his cheerleading team to every race – such a narcissistic and arrogant man.
Quan Mingxuan's lips twitch, giving him a hard smack on the back of his head, "Are you here for the race or for the spicy girls?"
This guy, always frivolous!
Han Yue glares at him, rubbing the back of his head, "Damn, what's wrong with me looking at the spicy girls? Is it your place to hit me?"
Quan Mingxuan doesn't engage with him, throwing him a sharp look before turning his attention to the parked racing cars nearby.
"Xiaojing, do you like car racing?" Jian Qing gives the banners held by the car fans a glance, a faint glimmer in the depths of her eyes.
