"Are you eager to see me take up the challenge?" He asked with a smirk on his face as he trailed his index finger on her face slightly. Her face was smooth to touch, and he enjoyed touching her face.
Zhang Luiying shivered slightly as she felt his finger on her face. She heaved a sigh before she swatted his finger away from her face.
She would rather not be distracted from what she was about to say, she knew he was trying to distract her, and she did not want him to be successful in his plans.
"What do you think?" She folded her arms as she stared straight into his eyes.
"I understand," he shook his head.
"I want to see you send the message to him," she instructed, and he looked at her with a helpless sigh.
He could not understand why she was hell-bent on seeing him compete, he could just ignore the message.
But his wife was not willing to see his reputation in the racing world go down the drain, and that warmed his heart.
