"I need to take Xiaoyu home, we're heading back right now!" Mo Qiansu's voice was urgent, "Gu Xuanye, have someone stop the race car immediately."
"It's still early, let Little Devil have some fun."
"You said last night, that you'd let us go home today, Gu Xuanye, you can't go back on your word!"
"...I didn't say you couldn't leave." Gu Xuanye's breathing suddenly deepened.
Why did this woman always misunderstand his intentions?
Originally, he wanted to ask why she was in such a hurry to get back, but then he stopped himself from being sentimental.
"Xiaoyang, take them back immediately!" After saying this, Gu Xuanye went straight to the race track, climbed into his race car, and without even wearing his helmet, he pressed the accelerator and the car took off like a rocket, speeding along the track.
The roaring of the powerful engine was terrifying.
