Hum~
The BMW GT roared wildly down the road.
Fang Qingya skillfully handled the car, her expression calm and collected, with a smile that showed she was thoroughly enjoying the late-night speed drive.
And, of course, Wu Jie was very annoyed.
It's said that the richer you are, the more afraid of death you become.
Jie's got both the money and the power now, and he's even got a system possession...
His great life had just started.
Who would want to joke around with their own life?
"Can you slow down a bit? I really don't want to die young!"
"Relax, Jie, my driving skills are top-notch!"
"Top-notch my ass! Haven't you heard the old saying, 'It's often the best swimmers who drown!'"
"Oh, it's fine, I'm not only a good driver, but the car is also in excellent condition!"
"Dammit! I should've never cured you, and let you lie in bed paralyzed for a good few months, to get rid of your damn habits!"
...
As Wu Jie scolded, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it.
