Before the man could respond, Miao Ke'er accelerated the car into gear. Xiao Qiang felt a sudden push from behind as the car sped up and raced ahead, leaving the McLaren youth far behind in the dust.
The McLaren youth squinted his eyes, "Interesting," he also began to speed up.
Thus, the pedestrians and cars on the road saw this scene: two luxury sports cars chasing each other on the asphalt road of the suburbs, freely weaving through the traffic like fish.
Although Miao Ke'er was not particularly fond of cars, her driving skills were just average. It wasn't long before the McLaren youth caught up with her, giving her a frivolous smile. "Beauty, why not be friends? Why so stingy?"
Miao Ke'er was somewhat annoyed, but there was nothing she could do. She bluntly ignored him and kept driving.
Seeing this, Xiao Qiang said, "Let me drive; I'll shake him off."
"But you said you can't drive?" Miao Ke'er asked doubtfully.
