Chen Yang looked at Liu Fei and said with a smile, "Do you really want me to drive?"
Liu Fei pursed his lips and said with dissatisfaction, "You talk big, but it's all for show. Of course, I want to see if you really are that amazing."
"Just don't blame me if I drive too fast and you wet yourself out of fear."
"Scare me to wet myself? What a joke."
"In that case, let's switch seats and give it a try."
Chen Yang and Liu Fei switched places. After he set the Ferrari to race mode, he started the car and slowly drove onto the main road.
"Driving so slow, like a turtle,"
Liu Fei taunted.
Chen Yang smiled. "Brace yourself. If you start screaming later or try to stop me from talking, I'll take it as excitement and that you want me to go faster."
"Psh, I might not be a professional racing driver, but I've been on the track. I'm not afraid of you."
Liu Fei tilted his head, showing a determined expression to stick it out against Chen Yang.
"Good, get ready."
