Ning Xin'er couldn't help but feel terrified; wasn't this speed a bit too horrifying? However, she also knew that Su Zhenggang was very worried about the safety of his cousin, so anxious he didn't know what to do. Therefore, she refrained from saying anything. Quietly fastening her seatbelt, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. Yet, just at this moment, a white BMW with its window smashed by something sped by, kicking up a large dust cloud that truly gave her quite a scare.
"This guy is too reckless, daring to drag race right in front of Captain Su?" Ning Xin'er said angrily.
What Su Zhenggang thought of, however, was something else. His brow furrowed deeply, looking very serious. It was not for any other reason but that he had recognized the white BMW as the car Uncle Zhao usually drove. When he had come to Baiyun City before, it had been Uncle Zhao who had picked him up in this car, so the memory was extremely vivid.
