The night was as oppressively dim as ever, as if washed over by pitch-black ink, with only a few sparse streetlights adding decoration!
While Ye Feifei was frantically raging, she didn't know that the departing Bei Lingfeng actually didn't care about everything she was anxious about. At that moment, the corners of his lips had unconsciously curved into a charming arc. A gentle and faint night breeze lightly caressed him, slightly lifting his black trench coat. The hint of a smile seemed to intoxicate the night breeze like a pale-colored cocktail!
Actually, his Ferrari was parked not far away on the roadside. However, this time when he sat in the driver's seat, he surprisingly opened the rarely used convertible top, stepped on the gas pedal, ignited his beloved car, and accelerated, embracing the thrill of speeding through the wind!
