"This..."
Xu Yang hesitated: "Lady Ghost, we have our own car. Our Biyadi is not much worse than a BMW. Why don't we just drive our own car?"
However, the female ghost excitedly stroked the interior of the BMW.
Xu Yang persuaded again, "For us men, a car is like our wife, and cannot be lent to others!"
This BMW 5 Series of Ma Long was a new car he got after coming back from the mountains, and it had just been registered for a couple of days.
What if it ends up in a ditch?
"I am a ghost, not a human!"
The female ghost wrote, "Are you coming or not? If you don't want to, I'll go racing!"
Left with no choice, Xu Yang got into the car.
Boom!
As soon as he settled in, the female ghost hit the gas pedal, and the BMW shot off like a bullet.
"Slow down!"
"Slow down...I haven't fastened my seatbelt yet!"
Xu Yang screamed, and after finally buckling his seatbelt, he saw that there was a red light up ahead and shouted, "Red light, red light... stop the car!"
"Why stop?"
