"What are you talking about?!"
Chu Nan was somewhat at a loss for words, staring at Tao Keke as if he were looking at an idiot, "Tao Keke, are you sick or something? If you didn't ask me to drive, then why the hell did you call me here? Do you realize how busy I am? All this just so I can cheer you on?"
"Oh, come on, it's reassuring to have you behind me! You see, that Sang Biaohu also had a green-tea bitch riding with him, didn't he? Don't be mad, after the race is over, I'll let you have a taste of sweetness, all right?"
With an unconcerned squeeze of her eye, Tao Keke made an "you know what I mean" expression.
Chu Nan shook his head speechlessly and turned to look at Sang Biaohu, noting as Tao Keke had said, there indeed was a fair-skinned, long-legged young model sitting behind him.
Although Chu Nan was a bit confused, he had come all this way and might as well join in the craziness!
