Liang Anya's face turned crimson, and she blurted out, "Impossible! In your dreams!"
As expected. Si Yuheng's lips quirked, just as the car passed through a crossroad intersection.
Taking advantage of the fact that the cars behind hadn't caught up, Si Yuheng executed a beautiful drift, overtaking several cars and veering into a narrow alley next to the intersection.
The alley was only wide enough for three or four people. The Mini grazed the walls, sending out a "zzt zzt" sound of sparks from friction, all the way to the other end of the alley.
Liang Anya had already held her breath, suppressing the scream in her throat. Was this some kind of cop-and-robber chase scene?
Her car, oh!
—Her new ride that she had just bought after arriving in Yunling City!
Who knew what condition it had been scraped into.
Liang Anya looked out angrily again, to see a quiet street, far from the city center.
Si Yuheng slowed down a bit, smugly curling his lips: "Shook them off."
