Su Yin arched an eyebrow, her eyes filled with indifference as she responded coolly, "You too."
Having said that, she turned and walked onto the racetrack.
Qi Jincheng's brooding, severe eyes were glued to Silver Fox's slender and upright silhouette, their depths like black holes, unfathomable, leaving one unable to discern his thoughts.
Su Beibei felt his constant, subtle attention on Silver Fox, and clenched her back teeth tightly, following the other competitors out of the dressing room.
Once the race was over, she would definitely investigate this dead fox's identity thoroughly.
It was now evening, and the audience, having sat all day, was mostly exhausted. The championship contender had pretty much been decided, so naturally, there was less guessing fun for the audience, and their enthusiasm was far less than in the morning.
On the racetrack, only nine competitors remained, ready and waiting for the referee's command.
