Shen Mengchen drove a convertible, cruising down the lane, causing pedestrians to stop in their tracks.
Many were attracted by the imposing car and looked on with envy.
Shen Mengchen wore sunglasses, her hair tousled by the wind, yet she didn't ease up on the gas pedal for a second.
Through the rearview mirror, Shen Mengchen saw Ye Qiu sitting in the back, thoroughly enjoying the ride, his lips curling into a sinister smile.
Soon, the duo left the city and entered the mountain roads.
Shen Mengchen casually reminded, "Hold tight."
Suddenly, the sports car sped up again, the sound of the gas pedal growing louder, especially the sound of gasoline burning, like a prehistoric beast awakening.
Ye Qiu's body leaned forward abruptly, then slammed back against the seat.
Ye Qiu rubbed his head, "Miss, that's no way to drive a car."
