Gu Heng rolled his eyes upon hearing the words and casually took a seat in an empty spot.
"So, you knew what was going on, huh? Why didn't you warn me earlier?
I just got out of the car and was totally dumbfounded; those reporters were like madmen, shoving microphones in my face."
With Gu Heng's complaint, a wave of friendly laughter echoed through the reception room.
Jiang Wen, who'd been racing with Gu Heng recently, was completely won over by Gu Heng's driving skills. Considering they were close in age, they hit it off right away. Jiang Wen climbed off his own chair, sat down at the edge of Gu Heng's sofa, and slung an arm over his shoulder, saying, "That's nothing...
I came with Brother Yang and Brother Zhiying, now those reporters were truly insane. The car hadn't even stopped yet, and they were already sprawled on our hood.
