Lan City wasn't too far from the ocean.
If driven by an average person, one could reach it in about two and a half hours.
But with Ji Yun at the wheel, it would take over three hours.
There was no helping it; the person in the passenger seat demanded that Ji Yun was not allowed to speed.
Thus, a black McLaren 720 stayed in the middle lane of the highway, even sometimes having to watch, eyes wide open, as some light trucks overtook them.
Any time they were overtaken, each driver would cast a sidelong glance at Ji Yun in the driver's seat, making Ji Yun feel like he was in a gaming hall, clearly equipped with top-level gear but carrying a 'PK-Weakest' sign for all to scorn.
Sigh.
After all, it had taken a Herculean effort to finally coax Nan Mengqian out of retirement; he had no choice but to follow her requests.
"Since we're driving so slow, can I put the top down?" Ji Yun asked.
"My hair will get messed up," answered Nan Mengqian, shaking her head.
