He Zizhou and Liang Tian's lips twitched.
Luo Xinyi's face went deathly pale, feeling cold from head to toe.
Just now she thought Jiang Zhe was going to compete with her for jealousy and was secretly pleased with herself.
Now, seeing how Qin Jingchen was at her beck and call, did Jiang Zhe have any need for that?
The hammers seemed to strike her heart with heavy blows, sweeping away her dignity and face together.
Seeing that Qin Jingchen had almost finished smashing, Liang Tian knew it was his motorcycle's turn.
Forget it, forget it, I'll buy another one next time.
He Zizhou also had a face prepared for death.
They heard Jiang Zhe say in a detached voice, "Fen Ye, Liang Tian, He Zizhou, take your cars back."
"Fair play, we can afford to lose this bet," Liang Tian immediately said.
It's just getting smashed, after all, it's Jiang Zhe's stuff now, she can do with it whatever she pleases.
"Next time bring better cars to the race."
