"Ye Chen, why did you agree to him?"
Su Xiyue frowned with a look of anxiousness.
Even though she didn't understand car racing, she could still tell which cars were good and which ones had poor performance.
Her BMW was just a private car worth hundreds of thousands; those young men's Ferraris were sports cars. How could a private car possibly compete with a sports car?
Isn't this clearly asking to lose?
Ye Chen's lips curled into a smile as he chuckled, "Don't worry, when have I ever been at a disadvantage? Just wait and see."
When I was racing, they didn't even know where they were.
Who says private cars can't outrun sports cars? Watch me totally crush them.
"Brother Hao, that damn kid actually agreed."
The young man's companion's face showed a hint of surprise as he spoke with a lecherous smile, "Brother Hao, you're one of the best racing drivers in Qingshui Town. That kid, with his shabby clothes, you can tell he's just a pretty boy; he definitely can't be your match."
